Desperate times...

...call for desperate measures! We're beginning to consider my options for encouraging this baby to come out. In all honesty, I really am okay with him taking his time; I know he'll come out when he's ready. I guess I just expected him to be early because he's my second. Madeleine was 9 days late so I shouldn't be surprised.

While I'm not yet to the point of chugging castor oil (didn't help start labor with Madeleine), we decided we might help inch Parker down with the rolling pin. Madeleine thought it was great fun to harass both mom and baby brother at the same time. I've also encouraged Justin to go out hunting more thinking that Clines tend to gravitate towards chaos; therefore, the more outrageous the circumstances, the more likely Parker is to come out at that time. We're supposing I'll go into labor at the exact time Justin kills an elk in the middle of nowhere where he barely has enough cell phone coverage to receive a phone call full of static and broken words. Then when he gets back to the Jeep to come home he'll have a flat tire. Doesn't that sound like us?

Go Madeleine go!