Photo © English Mamma
Today I spent an hour and a half walking around the city, taking pics, exploring streets and alleyways that I’ve not wandered along before and generally trying to encourage gyermek to hurry up and arrive.
After the walk, my midwife booked another appointment for a week on Friday and said that if he/she hasn’t arrived by then, I’ll be induced on the following Monday. Bad in two ways: first, I really, really don’t want to be induced; and second, I cannot be induced at the hospital where I have a guaranteed spot, and instead going to a different hospital where it is not certain that we’ll get a family room after the birth (which means that Husband might not be able to stay with us).
I’m pretty disappointed with the news but am hoping that it encourages gyermek – surely he/she wants Pappa there for the first couple of nights?
In brief: English, living in Sweden, with my Swedish/Hungarian husband and our sons, Little O and Baby E, and trying to juggle all the different aspects of my new life - the me I was before, the me I am now and the me that I would like to be... 
Good luck. Are you doing all those old wives’ tale things to help start labour (raspberry leaf tea, eating curry, eating pineapple, sex)?
Thanks, Iota. Yep, am trying all of them. The raspberry leaf tea is delicious as well, which always helps (I read about taking castor oil but just cannot face that – sounds horrid) and I do like a nice curry.
On Sunday I’m planning more walking including a hill, which I’ve heard can also help. Fingers crossed!