Biking for a Baby

Hello all my blogging buddies. Welcome to day 3 of 8 minute apart contractions that are progessing things apparently, just VERY slowly. I'm slowly reaching the point of desperation due to the fact that I can not sleep or sit comfortably or walk comfortably. Yeah, pretty much comfort is a cherished memory.
So yesterday I walked around Walmart for a few hours before my Dr's appointment, and I was asked by pretty much every Walmart worker if I needed help finding anything. Those Walmart workers are helpful, I tell ya. None seemed to have a way to make contractions closer together, however.
So after the Dr told me that things are coming along slowly, I tried to think of ways to speed up the process. I've been given suggestions from Castor Oil to biking. Since I've heard horror stories about Castor Oil, I went with the biking. My grandpa threatened to video tape me, but I can promise you there will no videos of this pregnant woman riding a bike floating around the internet.
So starting yesterday afternoon, I began a biking marathon on the stationary bike. It has been put on hold until I get home tonight, but I plan to keep up the mobility through walking during the day today. Now, I know there are many good causes out there that do bike-a-thons. I have a friend who helps to head up a bike-a-thone for Relay for Life. Well, I think my cause is definitely worthy, though it may not affect the masses. So if you feel, you know, led of the Lord to send a donation, do what you must (LOL!)
In all seriousness though, please pray for my sanity level. Pain definitely drives you to levels of craziness. Yesterday I put my huge, pregnant self on a bike for hours (yes, I took breaks and didn't get too winded!) But I'm slowly beginning to hear the Castor Oil calling my name, luring me with its promise of driving me into hard labor. If only the battery on our four wheeler wasn't dead....