I decided to give reflexology a try as a last ditch effort to go into labor. Seriously.
It's a small, unassuming place, where the owners' dogs were milling around. Very home-y. The woman who did my massage was extremely sweet, albeit somewhat of a challenge to understand. She totally got what I was asking for, though. She even promised, "You have your baby tomorrow morning."
It was a nice massage, and though I only paid for 45 minutes, she worked for over an hour, always making sure I was comfy and happy.
Here's the thing: My water broke an hour afterwards, and I had my baby at 7:01am. Either she is magic or God loves coincidences. Maybe both.