I feel great, excellent, wonderful, amazing, etc., etc. Yes, I am still pregnant and will be at 40 weeks tomorrow. But, I don't care. I've decided to decline the procedure that is supposed to help me to go into labor and I am just going to let the little grublet come out when she is ready. We're both perfectly healthy, so why go meddling with stuff, right?

Somehow, I was able to contort myself in such a way as to get that little rib problem to correct itself Sunday night! I was sooooo happy about that. That hurt, lots, AND I was able to forego a trip to the chiropractor. Yay! At least I know how to fix it, if it ever happens again. I need to work on strengthening my back/neck muscles once I have this little one. That's the second time I have had a problem in that particular part of my body.

I was reading some stories about women, who had horrible relationships with their mothers, who were pregnant with little girls. Apparently, it is somewhat common for the mother-issues to resurface (or whatever it is called in psycho-babble) when a woman is about to, or does, have her own little girl. I guess there is something about having a daughter that makes you examine your relationship with your mother more closely?! I've found myself feeling somewhat cheated, on occasion, that I don't have a mother to share this pregnancy experience with. I don't recall giving a rats-ass about it when I was pregnant with my son. Yes, I have a living mother, but I sure as hell don't want to share anything with her...that would be a stressful disaster!!! Ah well...can't change the past, or people for that matter! Interesting, nonetheless.