Well, today I am officially 9 days past my due date.
It wasn't bad at first, being overdue that is. But as the days have come and gone, and come and gone, and come and gone... well, you get the point... I have started to get a little impatient. It's a huge mind game. Every night I go to bed thinking, "Maybe I'll go into labor tonight." And then in the morning I think, "Maybe I'll go into labor today." But so far it hasn't happened.
The risks (and here we are talking about the risk of the death of the baby) greatly increase once you hit two weeks past your due date. So tomorrow morning we are going to go in and induce. I feel relieved and disappointed at the same time. This definitely was not my first choice for how the birth would be. But we prayed about it and I feel like this is what we are supposed to do. And the goal is not a certain kind of birth experience... the goal is a healthy baby and a healthy mom. So, here goes. :-)