I have been pregnant for 1,786 days to date….one-thousand, seven-hundred and eighty-six days…
I’m not complaining. Just merely stating a fact.
However, many many many of those days, were spent wishing that I were not so pregnant anymore. This is a feeling that I’m pretty sure 99.999% of all expectant mothers eventually feel. There just comes a time when we are DONE.
I’m 25 weeks pregnant with my 7th baby right now, so I haven’t reached the point of no return just yet, but I’m getting there a lot quicker this go round. I’m already starting to waddle and swell when I sit for too long. I was walking/waddling up to our barn this afternoon and I couldn’t believe how tough the last few steps had become. It made me a bit nauseous.
The hardest part in pregnancy, for me, hits when my babies become engaged, or “drop”. This is when they settle head down into the pelvis & are no longer “floating “. This happens around week 34 for me. It literally starts feeling like the baby is going to fall slap out.
So, I start getting pretty desperate around 36 weeks. I mean, who wouldn’t when you feel like a bowling ball is smothering your bladder?
In my first few pregnancies, I tried tons of things that were known to induce labor. Walking, spicy foods, pineapple…the list is pretty long, so I’ll spare you.
I will say this, though…I have never tried castor oil. That may surprise some of you who know me, but I hear it tastes awful and can send you to the bathroom for days. I’ve never been that desperate.
What I did try that has worked, however, was not intentional. I mean, when I did it 3 pregnancies ago, I didn’t know that it was something that could possibly start labor.
And it’s like the most glorious way I could ever think possible, too…so glorious that you may think I’m crazy, but girl…
I got a pedicure.
That’s it. I got a PEDICURE. Not just any old pedicure, though. I got the deluxe pedicure that was offered at my nail salon/spa.
It was like $60.00 and let me tell you I was praying that Rooster would not ask me how much I spent…cause homeboy would not have been giving me a high five for that one.
Oh, but it was glorious and amazing. I relaxed my big rear-end in that huge massage chair for an hour and a half. My ginormous ankles and calves and sore feet were so in need of some love. And love they did get.
I was 37.5 weeks pregnant with my 4th baby when I had my first accidental pedicure induction and I went into labor 3 days later. (Mind you, I had to be induced with my first 3.)
I was 38 weeks 2 days pregnant with my 5th during my “pedicure induction”. I woke Rooster up at 4:15 am the next morning in labor & delivered just 4 hours later.
Last time, I was 37 weeks, 6 days pregnant the day I planned my trip to heaven. I went in around 2pm. Got back home around 4pm. Started feeling contractions around 7pm and headed to the hospital about 2 hours after that. I delivered around 3:00 the next morning.
Coincidence? I mean, maybe. But I seriously doubt it. Here’s why…
There are tons of pressure points on your feet, ankles, and lower calves that are focused on during the massage part of a spa-like pedicure or general foot massage. Of those pressure points, some can trigger the hormones that begin labor contractions.
I can’t explain the picture, so you may need to Google it. Ask a massage therapist or ask someone who studies acupuncture. They will explain it way better than I ever could. All I know is that it works for me. Brilliantly.
If your body is ready to go into labor, a pedicure or foot massage may indeed do the trick to get the ball rolling. I would never advise doing this before 38 weeks, however, so don’t go out at 36 weeks & try to start something up just because you’re miserable. 38 weeks is full term, not 36. Not 37. ***My cousin just informed me that “full term” is now considered at 39 weeks, not 38. I’m still going to the salon at 38 weeks. My baby will probably be born “early term”.
When you approach your due date and get to the point when you feel like you just can’t be pregnant anymore, natural labor-inducing remedies are super fun & exciting for most moms. Eggplant Parmesan??? Give it a try. Pineapple? Eat the whole thing, girl.
But do look down at those poor feet and imagine the gloriousness that you could experience in the massage chair…oh, how those piggies need some attention and you know you’re the last one who can reach them at this point anyway.
But what if it doesn’t work??? Well, don’t look at it as a waste of money–Just think of how pretty your toes will look when they’re up in the stirrups.
Y’all….worth every penny.