Almost a week to the moment!
The due date came and went.
My parents made the 14 hour trip from Tennessee to Connecticut to come help with a baby who, despite such drastic measures as a 4 mile hike up and back down a mountain and ingestion of copious amounts of Indian food, refused to show up. I agreed to have my membranes stripped, which the doctor couldn’t even do since the baby was still so high up in my abdominal cavity. A week passed. My parents left. I wept and fasted, wept and prayed. Still no baby.