39 weeks, 2 days, 7 hours & 45 minutes pregnant & still no news on the western front. I'm gonna start answering the phone by saying, "No, I'm not in labor yet.".
I'm wondering though, if tomorrow might be the day. There are a few factors that would make it less than ideal and therefore more likely. It's called sod law, murphys law, finagles law or whatever you want to call it.
For one, it's a leap year & tomorrow is that day that only happens every 4 years for some reason which means if she is born tomorrow, she'll only have a birthday every four years - that's a good or a bad thing depending on how you look at it I guess. Second, the doctor on call this Friday & Saturday is the guy who sang "Ape Man" by the Kinks during most of an appointment. It's a very humbling experience, having someone checking under your hood and singing. I mean seriously, if you're gonna sing, at least think about the choice of song. So I predicted right there on that table that even though there are 6 other (non-singing) doctors that could potentially deliver my baby, he's gonna be the one. Third, Grandma & Grandpa E will be in Portugal & away from their web cam. Fourth, my support group, Jamie and Sarah, will be out of town too. Additionally, the doctor I just saw on Wednesday said she thinks it'll happen this weekend despite the fact that nothing is changing down there. She said she just has a hunch about these things. AND lastly, Jonathan thinks it's happening tomorrow (wrote it on the calendar about 2 months ago) and he's notoriously spooky about this stuff. He's like my very own psychic friend and when he makes weird little predictions like this, they're usually pretty accurate.
So we'll see.