Since jumping up and down for several hours a day does not seem to be working, I am trying other methods for moving this baby along:
I've packed a hospital bag, and put it next to the door. Yeah, I don't think this is going to be very effective, so I've also done this:
This is Chic Knits' Ribby Cardi, and I am already 12 inches into the body (started Sunday night). I have calmly informed the kid that I fully intend to finish the sweater before he shows up.
I am knitting it for myself, which I acknowledge is a bad idea, since I have no idea what size I am going to be, but there you are. It also calls for putting in a zipper, which intimidates me. Plus, I am using yarn from a neighbor's destash (ie, she was getting rid of yarn; I acquired sufficient yarn from this that I had to buy a whole new bin to house it), and am not positive I have enough. With all these roadblocks, finishing the sweater before the baby comes is going to be a challenge, but I am going to do it. Unless he himself decides to thwart me, of course (hint, hint!).
My sweetie has done me one better: he's bought a kayak (read: he's invested a lot of money in making the baby come), and we're supposed to pick it up tonight. If this doesn't make the baby come today, he is just hopelessly stubborn.
Finally, on a totally unrelated note, a picture for my friend Shirley:
The neighbor's kid put up a homemade bird feeder made from a milk carton. This was about fifteen minutes later.