Well.

Today is my due date.  Or rather, the boy’s due date.  So far, he has not shown up.  (In true Wylie fashion.)  He is allowed to be late– I know that he’ll come out when he’s ready, and I have a lot of respect for the system that God set up, as far as babies knowing when to be born, and Mama’s bodies knowing what to do.  However,  I would really like to meet him. 

Working in my favor: He is now 40 weeks gestation.  There are thunderstorms, and therefore falling barometric pressure, and tonight is a full moon.  Tim’s gassing up the car on the way home.  We shall see.