I have now officially passed my due date. But no big deal. I'm in no hurry for him to get here--keeping him in longer will make sure he's fully ready. Plus, I'm still trying to enjoy "me" time. Every time I go somewhere I make sure to appreciate it. I know life is about to forever change.
Today, in a couple of minutes, I'm heading back in for my 40 week appointment. I think it's a standard appointment but then on Thursday they'll check for any signs of distress, loss of fluid, etc and go from there.
But for now, I'm still comfortable--much to the dismay of anyone who asks.
"You look like you're ready to pop. When are you due?"
"Oh jeez, I bet you're miserable!"
"Nope, doing just great thanks."