Now that we have the due date out of the way...

So, on Saturday we reached that fateful day circled on the calendar. The DUE date. We reached it and -- nothing. Leaving it behind and moving on to Sunday was a little annoying, but strangely I actually felt some sense of relief. All this time we've been looking ahead, pinning our hopes on that one day and thinking it would never come. But here we are. We've finally arrived and now there is really nothing to do but wait. And wait, and wait because it really seems like the little bean-boy is going to be content for a while.

The worst part was coming back to work this morning. I left on Thursday saying "I hope I don't see you for 8 weeks, but more than likely I'll see you Monday." That doesn't make it any better though. Now I'm sitting here in the empty room, waiting for people to start trickling in and when they do they'll start talking. I'm just cringing thinking of saying the same thing over and over "Yes, I'm still pregnant. No, I'm not being induced." (When my preferred response would be "What? I'm not still pregnant; I had the baby, stuck a beach ball under my shirt and came back to work.)

But you know, here I am and I'm okay. Ethan's okay, and coming soon. How soon just remains to be told.