I'm pretty sure this will be my last post before the baby is born. I'm scheduling it to self publish, so hopefully I will have her before you even see this! But... apparently the timing of when the babies are born is one of life and science's biggest mysteries. I have never been prone to so much superstition, wonder, and waiting in my life. There are some great lessons about patience, anticipation, living in the moment, happening for us... sometimes I am happily open to them, and sometimes I want to pull my hair out a little bit.
So far no amount of wishing, hoping, begging, bribery, or anything else we can think of has led to labor. But I know lots of babies, especially first babies, go to 42 weeks or more, so I'm not losing hope! Occasionally it's hard not to think of the impending birth as an "if", rather than a "when". That "when" is soon... it just has to be.
(Although a good friend told me she googled "longest human pregnancy" to try to make me feel better about there being an ending point somewhere, and recommended that I NOT do the same.)
See you on the other side!