It’s been a few days since that lunch, and now the house is eerily quiet. Ryan sits beside me in the living room, scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself, but I can tell he’s on edge. He keeps glancing at me every few minutes, as if he’s waiting for something to happen, for me to suddenly cry out in pain and tell him it’s time.
I can’t blame him. I’ve passed my due date by three days, and the anticipation is starting to feel unbearable. Each passing hour feels like a ticking clock, and with every small movement from the baby, I wonder if labor is finally starting. But nothing happens. No contractions, no signs.
The doctor’s appointment this morning left me with a choice, try some natural methods to encourage labor or schedule an induction. The idea of being induced terrif
