Okay, okay, I know I haven't exactly made it to my "due date" yet (Monday), but I'm not going to lie - I'm getting pretty anxious. After all, your due date is really only the date that falls in the middle of when you're expected to deliver (between 37 and 42 weeks), so technically "any day now" has been going on for 18 days already. Less than 10 percent of mothers actually deliver on their due dates. I think I'm allowed to be anxious. I've been adding the disclaimer "if I haven't had Baby Lump by then" to everything I say for the past two and a half weeks.
Everyone keeps saying I'll go into labor when I least expect it, but honestly, I'm ready and expecting it all the time, so I hope that doesn't mean I won't go into labor on my own. I even have the Contraction Master bookmarked on my browser just in case James and I are incapable of doing simple calculations in the chaos of the moment. I've speculated that Baby Lump may just be trying to steal my birthday (next Wednesday, January 14) - what a little thief!
Anyway, if by Monday I haven't had Baby Lump, my doctor wants me to schedule my induction to occur between weeks 41 and 42 (January 19-26), which gives me mixed feelings. For one thing, labor that is induced is much more intense and difficult to deal with, which doesn't exactly support my plan for an unmedicated birth. On the other hand, it does mean there is an end in sight - I'll get to choose which day I'll meet Baby Lump, and hey, I won't be pregnant anymore! (Although it does kind of mess with the unbiased nature of the birth stats guesses, date-wise.)
In any event, James and I are ready and raring to go. My bags are packed, we're stocked up with supplies (thanks for all the gifts, everyone!) and mentally, we're both prepared to be parents (as much as we're going to be anyway). We still haven't decided on a boy's name, but we've got a few top ones picked out and pretty much agreed to decide when we meet him, if that's his flavor.
Any day now! (crossing fingers)
Oven Timer: 39 weeks, 3 days