And the Wait Continues

On Jekyll Island Amanda wrote her message in the sand. 

One of the nice things about hanging around with a hugely-pregnant woman is it makes me feel skinny. Not look skinny, mind you, but I feel, in my mind, that I'm just a mere wisp of a woman, compared to Amanda. The funny thing is, from the back, you would never know she's pregnant. But then she turns around...
I think back to my pregnancies and can't help but envy how great Amanda looks. With my first, Jason, I got so huge by the end that I couldn't even fit my feet into shoes and had to wear flip flops (not fun in Kansas in February) and even my maternity tops-which looked like they came straight from Omar the Tentmaker- were too tight to go over my massive belly. With my second one, Amanda, I actually didn't look too bad, up until that six month when I went from having a cute little "bump" to a huge watermelon (and it seemed to happen overnight). And then there was my third, Abby, and I was pregnant at the ripe old age of 36, which, in 1997, was considered a "late in life pregnancy." I see celebrities now in their 40s giving birth and it gives me nightmares. Why would I want to have a child that would someday take me to the movies where I would be eligible for the senior citizen discount while I'm paying for a child's ticket for them?
The other nice thing about hanging around with a pregnant woman is the naps. Amanda naps quite frequently (as she should) and I feel compelled to nap with her (not with her in the same bed - but at the same time, just to clarify). There's nobody to complain about the length and frequency of our naps and it makes me feel rather dog-like to just sleep whenever I want to. I suppose we should be enjoying this freedom to nap when we choose because once Avery gets here all bets will be off as far as regular sleep.
Amanda is now four days over her due date and we've started to resort to some of the more unorthodox methods to try to induce labor. Tuesday night we tried acupressure, which involved me pressing on different points on her feet. I have a "thing" about people touching my feet (I hate it) and I'm equally as uncomfortable about touching other people's feet (which I avoid at all costs) but since this was my daughter and grandchild we're talking about, I put aside my automatic "yuck" factor and gave her feet the appropriate pressure in the right places. No luck.
Last night we tried the "eat something really spicy" method and went to a local Mexican restaurant where Amanda ordered a spicy burrito with "extra spice." I hate to say it, but Mexican food in Georgia just doesn't compare to our Mexican food restaurants back home, which are totally authentic and not "Americanized" versions of Mexican food. It was nice to get out of the house and I enjoyed meeting some of Amanda's close friends, but as far as inducing labor - "Nada."
At Amanda's doctor's appointment on Monday the doctor told her that extreme weather, which causes changes in the barometric pressure, has been known to cause pregnant women's water to break. We've had three pretty intense thunderstorms in the last three days but the only thing those have caused is the humidity level to rise to even more unbelievable and unbearable levels.
So....we continue to wait....