40 weeks, 1 day

Even though I've never expected to deliver on my 'due date', and even though I'm well aware that it's more like a 'due couple of weeks', there's something about reaching (and passing) that date that feels... weird. Unsettling, as though I'm the one who is late for something. Of course that feeling isn't helped by everyone else's antsy-pantsyness. My brother called yesterday, just to say hi - not too unusual, except he called during lunch. Tom's parents called on Sunday (when I was out with my Mom and Tom was at work) and when we didn't answer, were convinced we'd gone to the hospital. Brogan called a couple of times. And even when people don't call, I can totally feel their curiosity even from a distance. ( Read more... )