Well, we tried our darnedest to get me to go into labor yesterday. It was the “Miles4Midwives” 5K in Prospect Park, and after much hemming and hawing we both entered the race 15 minutes before it started. We decided if my water were to break mid-race, I probably couldn’t be in a better place. Micah was 100% supportive of my “bring on the labor” plan, so he ran the race as fast as he could, coming in at about 20:30, finishing possibly in the top 5, while I moseyed along with our heavily-laden jogging stroller, crossing the line at 30:45. Even though my pace was just a little under 10-minute miles I felt okay about it 1. because I did have to walk for a little bit after the first mile and 2. because I think I came in first in the “barefoot and pregnant” category.
But, as you may have guessed, the plan was unsuccessful. We made it home for General Conference where “Craft Weekend” got off to a rockin’ start (more on that later), then went to the best 4-year-old birthday party I’ve been to in years. And then we came home and collapsed into bed without anything more than the normal Braxton-Hicks contractions. Probably for the best. We were too tired for me to go into labor last night.
Side notes: I wish I would have remembered to take a picture with Micah’s phone after the race, but I didn’t, so the event is, sadly, undocumented in a visual medium. Sigh. (Although there was a race photographer, so if they send us some shots in our e-mail, maybe I’ll be able to post something later.) Also, I’m not actually due until the 18th and I’m really not too anxious to have the baby right away. This pregnancy has been really good and really fast . . . I can’t believe that we are nearing the end. Still, it would be lovely to be able to sleep on my stomach again.