In theory anyways!
Tomorrow I will be 40 weeks pregnant. The unofficial "end" of my pregnancy. I didn't reach the 40 week point with Philip so it's kind of weird to think that if I'm still pregnant on Saturday I will be "past due." So tomorrow, Friday the 13th of August, is my due date and also what I hope will be my last pre-natal appointment of this pregnancy. Tomorow I will find out if my body has made any progress at all during the past week and we will decide what the next course of action is for me. My doctor said he would let me go to 41 weeks in order to wait it out and see what happens as long as baby and I are both doing well. Honestly, the idea of having to wait on one more Friday appointment sounds like cruel and unusual punishment at this point!
So far, I've had little to no indication that Andrew is on his way anytime soon. I'm having a moderate amount of "phantom' symptoms of labor though which are only making me even more confused and frustrated! I've heard that plenty of people spontaneously go into labor without any previous indications that it was on its way, so that does give me some hope. The only thing that's certain is that, one way or the other, he is going to be an outside baby at some point within the next week or so. Here's to hoping my body swings into action in the very near future and Andrew is included in the small percentage of babies who are actually born on their due dates!