I have to say that I am completely and utterly spoiled by my past delivery experiences. Among my four children, none has been a late arrival. In fact they've all been early by at least two weeks, but none so early as to cause anyone worry.
So this bordering-on-fourth-trimester stuff is just torture.
This holiday weekend we have the usual round of barbecues and family and church outings to attend. Next week we look forward to a couple of parties and a concert for the girls' band. When I wrote these things on the calendar, people, I fully expected to be taking a cute newborn to the various events.
Now it's doubtful I'll be able to fit through the doors.
But hey! Maybe I can make at least one of these parties really memorable by going into labor in a dramatic fashion.
(Always trying to look at the bright side for you.)