Pre-Bogs: Waiting, walking and "nesting"

It's been difficult to make plans the past couple of days because there's always that caveat: "unless i go into labor".  Holy week was restful and quiet precisely because we didn't want to make any plans or travel too far away from Makati.  I think all of us at home (Rey and I, Mom and Dad and Miggy) all wanted Bogs to be born during the Holy week since we had nothing to do otherwise.  After Miggy's graduation last March 26, we already gave Bogs the go signal to come out.  He had a couple of days to get out of being called "April Boy", but he happily passed the March 31 deadline.  We thought he might want to come out on April 1, with all the other April Fools, but he passed that day without a hitch, too.  April 2, 3 and 4 went by without any signs of labor as well.  We requested that since he wasn't coming out yet, he might as well skip April 5, as his Tita Corinne wasn't to keen on sharing her birthday, and we were also afraid he would be known as Baby Glo.  He gladly obliged though, and stayed in that day, too.  April 6 - maybe he wanted to share birthdays with Owa Guia?  I was so psyched to go into labor already, but still nothing.  

Yes this little boy seems to have asserted his "i will not be pushed around or pressured" personality and I have had no signs of labor at all.  Nevertheless, Rey and I (and some times with Miggy or the Martins), diligently walk around Bel-air each night hoping that this would induce my labor somehow.  I'd walk around for around 30 or so minutes each night - because that's all my swollen feet would allow me.  But Bogs doesn't seem affected by any of this activity and seems to still be very cozy in my belly.  Thus, I keep telling people, this baby has decided that he will come out on his own terms.  

During all this waiting, I try to keep myself busy and distract myself.  While waiting for D-day, all I've been doing is cleaning up my files on my hard drives, organizing pictures, files, emails; fixing my outstanding bills, issuing checks, filing my documents in our hanging file.   I've heard many stories about expectant mothers starting to "nest" as their delivery date approaches -- scrubbing bathroom floors, tidying up baby's things, decorating their rooms or nurseries, etc.  Everyone who knows me knows that my Mom's knack for being very organized, decorating, and tidying up places is not something I inherited from her.  Rather, I've inherited the Bautista ways where my things can be anywhere and everywhere, crumpled money bills are miraculously discovered in different handbags, and my idea of efficient packing involves throwing things in a suitcase and being able to close the zipper. I was therefore very curious whether I'd actually go through any sort of "nesting" instinct.  

While erasing some unnecessary files on my hard drive, Rey goes to me... "maybe that's just your way of nesting - you're e-nesting!"  Hahaha, we had a good laugh about this as it seemed like such a lame attempt to say that I had found my "nesting instinct".  But, hey, I guess we do have our own types of natural instincts.