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Climbing the Walls in Search of Prostaglandins

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Climbing the Walls in Search of Prostaglandins

My first baby came four days late. My second, a week-and-a-half early, and my third, two-and-a-half weeks early. Hence, I thought my fourth would easily be here by 37 weeks.

Today is 39 weeks and 2 days. I know that’s not overdue, but after psychologically preparing myself for the last two weeks, that’s way overdue psychologically.

Even this happened - I don't know why he's not turned on...

Even this happened – I don’t know why he’s not turned on…

I’ve cleaned the house, washed the windows, already packed up the maternity clothes, unloaded the kids on my parents, rested, had my membranes stripped twice, eaten every indulgent meal I can think of, gone to a movie alone with Mr. Lee (World War Z), handled my final obligations at work, caught up on “Breaking Bad” and “Arrested Development”, viewed every romantic comedy on NetFlix (including “What to Expect When You’re Expecting”, co-written by Shauna Cross, a friend of my sister Amanda’s), consumed a gallon’s worth of ice each day…AND the little twit is no closer to coming than he was two weeks ago. I even convinced Mr. Lee to donate some prostaglandins, an act he was not too enthused about, only to be disappointed by my lack of laboring performance later that night.

We discovered yesterday that bubs is sunny side up, so I’m guessing he’ll use that as his excuse for being so lazy, but I’m too psychologically spent to be forgiving. We’re going in tonight to be induced – three hours and 51 minutes to go.

I was the last child, and my mother had her first induction with me for reasons of convenience, so I’m calling this my homage to giving my youngest everything I had as a youngest. Wish me luck. The next time I post, there will be another Lee in the world, and I’ll have a legitimate reason to avoid any additional prostaglandins for another six weeks. Ta-daaaaa!

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