The night before Peanut...

Tomorrow is our actual real due date with Peanut. I don't think we're going to have him/her before next week, but that's ok. We're managing our own expectations pretty severely, but our hopes are evident. We want a natural birth, low stress, with a labour that progresses at home before going to the hospital, but we'll likely end up being induced, 10 days late, in the hospital. It's like falling off a cliff in a way. What is going to happen is in no way in any doubt, and the only question is timing. It's an eerie feeling to make appointments or say bye to people and know that the next time I see them that my life will be fundamentally altered. Also it is time to eat. So unless I blog again this week, or tonight, or something, this is my last non-father of a baby blog entry