Due dates are the worst. No matter how hard you try to view them as an approximation, if the due date comes and the baby doesn't your brain instantly switches over from rational to irrational. Every day past the due date feels like a week.  You begin calculating everything, what you eat, where you go, when you do laundry, trying to figure out how it will coincide with baby's arrival. Every bodily discomfort is wishfully interpreted as a sign of impending labor. You're even searching the weather forecast for changes in barometric pressure. Anything! Just give me a sign that this baby will come out! 

This is where I'm at.  40 weeks plus 5 days and baby is sitting quite comfortably in my belly. 

Waiting is hard, and I don't do it well. Yet there are many times in life where we are stuck waiting. When as much as I might wish or will it, the thing that I want to come isn't coming and there's nothing I can do about it. This particular period of waiting has an end in sight. I will be induced at the end of this week if baby hasn't come on his own by then. I know that by this weekend I won't be pregnant anymore, and, God willing, I will be at home snuggling my healthy new baby. That makes the waiting a lot easier.