40 weeks, 4 days…still pregnant.
Cupcake is apparently too comfortable in there and no matter what we do, active labor proves elusive.
In hindsight, we never would have told people the actual due date, but a week later instead. And I also think it should be a “due window” and not a “due date.” But we are stuck now regardless, even though we waved hello and goodbye to good ol’ April 22 days ago.
The thing is, based on date of conception, Cupcake’s due date isn’t until April 29. But they say ultrasound-based due dates are more accurate, and since the little bugger was growing so quickly at first, the due date became April 22.
As each day passes, we’ve been doing some thinking:
- If he’s as late as that little blue ticker on the right said first babies are on average (8 days), we’ve only got 4 days to go.
- If he’s as late as his non-gestational mommy was (12 days, my poor mother), we’ve got 8 days to go.
- If he’s as late as the midwives/doctor will let us go (14 days), at the worst, we’ve got 10 days to go.
- Based on conception date, he’s not even due for another 3-4 days.
What all of this comes down to basically means nothing. We keep waiting and each day feels like an eternity. But we remain grateful that at this point, all we are waiting for is him to make his entrance out into the world. And until then, we wait, and walk and dream.