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A friend of my family had a baby a few weeks ago at 32 weeks. The baby only lived for six hours. If given the opportunity, that woman would give anything to still be pregnant right now. And if someone told her that she'd have to be pregnant for THREE YEARS, she wouldn't even blink an eye if it meant her baby would still be here. So, in light of that, I can handle a few more weeks with a healthy baby kicking and bruising every organ in my body. On the flip side, I often find myself wondering if I'm really pregnant at all, or if I've just been getting really fat and cranky for the last nine months and wondering what I will do when the doctor finally breaks the news that there's no baby and I've gotten my hopes up for nothing. I realize it might be a little extreme, but it crosses my mind from time to time. I think that someone spends alot of time concocting "home remedies for labor induction" purely to keep pregnant women busy for the last month of pregnancy. The most recent one I saw was this: 4 heaping tablespoons of brown sugar in 1/2 a cup of hot water. Drink quickly. Now really, what is this supposed to do? Give the baby a sugar buzz?? The midwife informed me that the average length of a first, or a pregnancy that's taken place more than five years following your previous pregnancy is 274 days, which is nearly two weeks longer than the 266 they predict your due date by. I'm waving goodbye to November. I'm setting a new due date for myself. December 10. Please do not call me and ask, "if anything is happening" until then, unless you have a labor-inducing miracle for me, or a donut. As of Tuesday, 3cm dilated. 70% effaced. Baby's head is totally engaged. (in fact, she mentioned something about most babies not getting this deep until delivery...its not nearly as comfortable as you think it is.) Lost the plug. What does that mean? Nothing. It means that maybe I'll have a baby someday. Could be tomorrow. Could be Christmas. Remember the new due date. Don't call us, we'll call you.