Procrastinating Patrick

It's 6:30 PM and still no baby. Erin's been in MGH for 2 days now and labor hasn't even begun yet.

We've all lost the Sprog Arrival Betting Pool.

This morning, The Amazing Bob pronounced that if Patrick hadn't show his wee head by noon, there'd be six more weeks of summer.

I'm not packing my shorts and flip flops away or breaking out the flannel sheets.

My sweet Helen sent a list of things that worked for her when her two youngest were being all obstinate (possibly just shy) about making their respective debuts.

Included were:

1) Sweep the cervix.  (where do you get a cervix broom? Do they sell them at Home Depot?)

2) Sadly, mineral oil -- the whole damn bottle. (wow, can the poor future mother get a Jamison chaser for that?)

3) Eggplant. (Eggplant? Really? Grilled? Sauteed? Raw? Mind you, I love eggplant but it can encourage labor? What a great little veggie!)

 The wait continues. Sigh.