Week...40

Well, I really didn't think it would ever get here - at least not in the way it has.  I'm still pregnant - still going strong.  Baby must really like her home.  A happy, warm, comfortable place, sheltered from the big world.  I guess I can't blame her.  If she's not ready, that's fine.  I can wait.  But not forever.  I've been ready for her for weeks.  I've cleaned the house over and over again.  I've organized and reorganized...and reorganized again.  Everything is ready and in place for her arrival.  I keep getting contractions every night followed by cramping and pains, and I think she's got to be coming soon.  But by the moring, I feel great again, so who knows.  Tomorrow is her due date.  Wonder if she's waiting until she was told?