There goes my due date

I was hoping that my next post would include baby pictures, but our little gypsy child is still inside me. Apparently, I am a "well-toned woman." Instead of the baby dropping at 34-36 weeks like most first time pregnancies, my 40 week appointment revealed he is "in China," (my doctor is silly) on the other side of my former ballerina abdominals. I am dilated enough to go into labor, but my uterus is too high. I am honestly too grumpy to do anything besides play gemcraft while bouncing on an exercise ball, trying to bounce him lower into my pelvis. We have had a scuba trip planned since December for July 4th weekend in Pensacola. Now I get to sit in the 5th wheel all day while the guys dive and I am so jealous. Not to mention if I go into labor while John is out in the Gulf of Mexico spearing dinner. I felt so guilty making a doctors appointment for Friday, knowing that I will be 6 hours away. Hopefully I will go into labor during a day of shore dives so John can coach me through the 3 cm to 10 cm dilations and we can transfer the medical records easily enough. I am not sure I will be able to say no to all the drugs, though I currently think an epidural is more terrifying than natural childbirth. Keeping needles away from my spine seems like a good life practice. Although turning and changing positions in bed is extremely difficult right now, I would like to be able to move around at the hospital to prevent labor from stalling. I went from 1.5 cm to 3 cm all at once before the contractions stalled Saturday night. I passed out during painful 2 minute long contractions that were two minutes apart. I blame the stress of it being 3am in a house with no air conditioning. I don't know if I can handle the frustration of labor stopping again. I would be fine with Graham being born in Pensacola; he is our gypsy kid. But I am tired of packing. It will be nice to live in the 5th wheel full time.