Four. Days.

Yes, I'm still pregnant. Yes, it's hot outside. Yes, I hope he comes soon. Yes, I've had a couple of legitimate surges, but no, nothing resembling a pattern yet. C doesn't want me to do anything that could trigger labor before July 4, and my doctor is not a fan of going too much past the due date. So, if this baby hasn't started making his way out of me by next Monday, there's a strong possibility that I'll be induced shortly after that. I'm hoping that doesn't have to happen, because I've heard that induction makes everything that much more painful. So, in the next week I'll be practicing my relaxation techniques, walking and swimming A LOT, and visualizing a delivery on the morning of Independence Day. I promise I'll be keeping everyone posted on the progress.