Still not in labor, still getting bigger every day.
The baby is so smushed at this point that his kicks are pathetic imitations of his once strong demands. He is folded up like a card table and begging to get out, and I would love to let him, but as of yet, we are not in agreement as to when he should arrive.
Tomorrow is the due date, if I awake on Monday and there is no baby, I expect tears. Lots of tears.