Due dates are a joke. They told me that Ava would be born on July 17th. She was born on July 27th. They told me that Jaina would be born on May 21st. She was born on June 1st. Both of them about 10 days late.
So...why did I have such high hopes for yesterday? March 27th was Little Mr.'s due date. The day came and went. The Dr. had no news as far as progress was concerned. No change from last week. No more dilation...no effacement. He's just hanging out in there and in no hurry to meet the world. I was in a foul mood.
Today, I've tried to focus on the positive things.
He's healthy as far as we know.
He's not too big...yet. Dr. says about 8.5 lbs. (that's not big compared to a 10 lb. 12 oz. Jaina Mae!)
The day will come...hopefully in the next 10 days.
Mom is coming next week.
This is the least miserable pregnancy I've had.
I'm looking forward to Little Mr.'s birthday...whatever day that may be. Sooner than later (I hope).