Well the castor oil has been taken. It wasn't fishy like I thought it would be. When I was a kid I had a friend whose parents were German and one night when I slept over her mother made me take castor oil. I guess it was a daily routine for them (or I was being particularly bratty that day). Anyway, she made me take it and I remember it tasting fishy. Maybe it was some other kind of oil. Maybe just the father was German, now that I think of it. Eileen Engels, I will get you some day for that!
So I'm on a train I can't stop now. I seem to recall this not working for a couple of people I know personally, but the midwives seem to think everything is "ripe" and ready to go.
Per Granny Franny's request, I'll try not to describe the, um, results of the castor oil ingestion other than if contractions start, but I can't promise anything! I AM a 13-year-old boy at heart, after all.
Uh, I think I'm already, uh, feeling it. Gotta go!
(Oh, when I was gagging down spoonfuls of the castor oil with mango sorbet chaser, Jim said "Pretend you're on survivor. It's for immunity!" hee)
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Fishy? Could it have been cod liver oil?
Reminds me of a Little Rascals episode where the old lady makes all the kids take the stuff. Know it?
We're with you, Greta!
Spoly - oly,
Foley
Your and Jim's splendid fortitude and good humor regarding matters of pee pee and poo poo means that you are ALL SET for being parents of an infant! Bravo!
Hee hee,
Auntie Teri
It sounds like you are ready....I have a good feeling about this castor oil!!! Today is the day!
Ah yes, cod liver oil .... used to have to down it with orange juice every damn' morning when I was a kid.
Not surprised about the German dosage, Greeba; they are all about fortitude, those people. Look how big and strong it's made you, though!
But it's a brand-new day, sweetie, and The Mombo is coming to Manhattan, so all will be well now.
Lampatka is ready to be lit; I'll check back later.
Love, blessings, prayers coming your way ......
Preliminary results of the Electric Mango Castor Oil Test: it ain't worth the million dollar check from Jeff Probst. So far, no contractions -- just a lot of pain & suffering. I don't want to go into a lot of detail about what's happening in the bathroom right now, but the African-Americanism "you're a hot mess, child!" applies here.
That doesn't mean that contractions aren't on their way, though -- I certainly hope so ... I don't want Greta to have gone through this for nothing.
For the moment, Greta finds human interaction too stressful (I don't know if you've ever had that feeling when nauseous -- I know I have), so I'm stealing this moment to update y'all.
The midwife tells us that the castor-oil-induced torture should be over soon ... keep sending those good vibes.
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