I’ve reached that point in pregnancy where I’ve even stopped wondering if it’s a girl or a boy….I just want it out. I can’t even remember what it was like to trot out for a nice long run, or bend down effortlessly. Due date is this weekend but I’m not holding my breath, since the range of normal extends nearly two weeks beyond the due date. Childbirth is a bit of an anomaly in our otherwise predictable lives filled with calendars and schedules. Usually a momentous life change (new jobs, moves, etc) have a known date to work towards. Perhaps this waiting for the unknown date is more familiar to farmers, where weather and markets regularly rearrange plans. Ah well, it’s probably good character building, but I’m not enamored with the process.