Here we are! After all the preparation, the classes, the prenatal exercises, the books, the baby room, the shower, the shopping and the doctors appointments…we have reached the due date.
And nothing has happened…yet!
I don’t know why I am more nervous now that we’ve hit the ‘official’ date than I was before. Its not like drinking milk past the due date, but there’s a realization of increased chances that the baby squirts sooner than later 
For most of the 9 months, you’re always thinking ahead, preparing for the date and you don’t really think about the baby coming early. The doctors give you a date and you focus on it. You scramble and plan and worry and shop and paint and build and do everything else with the idea of the baby coming on that date. So now that were here…what’s up doc?
Being a marginally rational adult 
I understand that the baby may not come today, but its comparable to being 5 years old and waking up Christmas morning only to be told Santa’s been delayed at the border and had his sled searched because they found ‘white powder’ on his boots, and Rudolph’s having trouble flying because of his encounter with a security guard with fat fingers and an over zealous attention to detail… namely this guy:
Anyways, you get the idea!
