I'm still hanging out. Here at work. I've been trying to finish projects (at work and home) in anticipation of this momentous occasion that seems like it will never occur. But I know it will, it may just still be a while.
My ticker says I have 11 days until my due date. Will he come before then? I don't know.
This weekend I even got down on my hands and knees to clean the bathroom and kitchen floors (I'm sure it was a great sight) and not even more than 3 hard contractions before they went away, so I can only assume he's not ready yet. Or maybe I haven't cleaned enough
I'll be back at the doctor tomorrow (so that we know where I stand before Adam leaves town) and so we'll see then if there's any action. I've just been having back aches and cramps, but still nothing consistent, although they are getting stronger.
Until then, I'll just keep refolding the baby clothes in my obsessive kind of way. And have a party this weekend with just the girls while I'm "baby" sat by Darci. Those should be good distractions.