4 days overdue

No baby yet--and I'm not sure that the newest member of our family has any intention of making an appearance any time soon. I went to the doctor this morning and felt pretty certain that I would get examined and then decide to be induced tomorrow or Friday. No such luck. I'm not really ready to deliver--I'll spare you the exact details--and my doctor just isn't a fan of using drugs to make babies do what they aren't quite ready to do. I'll go to the hospital for a stress test in a few days and make sure the baby is OK and if everything is fine, they'll wait a few more days and then induce.

So I'm sitting here at home, using up sick leave with no baby to care for, and I am acutely aware that I have no hobbies, nothing to take my mind off of waiting. I went to the library today to get some books to read. I've been avoiding the library in the last month or so. I've managed to convince myself that, in the emotion and excitement of having a new baby that I am going to do crazy things like forget to return my library books or pay my bills. I completely understand that that is an irrational fear and that I am worried about my library books because they are something small and I can really control them. Thinking about my library books and credit card bills keeps my mind off the big thing, which is VERY SOON I WILL BE COMPLETELY RESPONSIBLE FOR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING. Excited, yes. Honored, of course. But worried, too.

Come on, little one. We want to meet you. Plus, it's Dad's turn to carry you around.