This is what people keep saying to me at the office.
"You're STILL here?!"
I'm still here.
Betty and our dear family friend Pat were both sure August 2 would be the day. They both had this feeling.
So I woke up yesterday morning looking for signs. Nothin'. All day, hopeful. Nothin'.
I'm still here.
Several people have suggested it'll happen on the full moon, which is the 6th. Apparently a lot of women go into labor on the full moon.
On the downside, maternity wards are packed. The ER is full of crazies. And people come into the hospital with all kinds of bizarro stuff.
From what I hear.
On another downside, my friend Eileen - who I haven't seen in 18 years! - is coming on Friday for the weekend. She's lives in CA and will be out here for work.
Would be awesome if he arrived just a wee bit before, so she could meet him. Or right after. But obviously, so not under my control.
David thinks it'll happen at 4 pm on Friday.
A lot of my friends keep saying they're sure it'll happen soon. Some have specific days.
Others remind me of the fact that first babies tend to go to term, if not past it.
And yes, I have scheduled an induction for the Friday the 14. My OB is at the hospital on Fridays, and I felt like just past due date is fair.
I know there are good reasons to just wait. I know it ups your odds for a C-section.
There are people who think the induction is a Very. Bad. Idea.
(Also, I'm pretty bummed about the idea of spending the night of my 40th birthday in the hospital with Cervidil in my hoo-ha.)
I feel like if I get to next Wednesday and feel like I can keep waiting, I will cancel it. But otherwise, that's the plan.
Because I'm one of the few people who seems to be really concerned about the possible ginormity of my progeny. I suppose because it's all, um, closest to home for me.
Which is why I've posted this picture, taken on our honeymoon. As a reminder. Nick, AKA The Father is twice my size, if not bigger. Before I got pregnant, he was twice my weight, plus some.
His bones, they are enormous. All his people are giants.
This makes me so not inclined to be all, "Stay in there and fatten up as long as you like, my pretty!"