Due date, shmoo date

Monday, January 16th came and went. Nothing.
That was the due date the doctor gave us.
Today is the day Corbin and I calculated, January 18th. So far, nothing.
Friday will be the day the Ultrasound estimated... I have little hope for that day either.
So it looks like Monday, January 23rd will be induction day. It's nice to know this pregnancy won't last forever.
I'm a little sad that the likelyhood of my going into labor naturally is low. It's not like the doctor has said that, but it's just what I feel.
But you know what? One way or another we're going to have a beautiful baby boy to enjoy real soon, and we can't wait to meet him!
I've been getting more and more excited as the day draws nearer. Excited to hold him for the first time, to put him in all the cute clothes he has, to share him with the world. (I'm also pretty excited to have my body back to myself. It's fun feeling him in there, but I'm sort of over it.)
I've also been getting more nervous for the labor, etc. I try not to think about it, because being nervous won't help me at all. I'll just try to roll with the punches as best I can, and I'm pretty good at that, generally.
All our peeps in the singles ward are so excited for us. I think they'll consider Theo the ward mascot or something. Last Sunday (the day before the due date), all the girls were in a tizzy about how excited they were for the baby. And all the boys were like, "well, tomorrow's the day. Good luck!" I'm going to miss them all so much when the baby and I are staying at home, but it will be so fun to introduce Theo to the ward and pass him around. Corbin likes to call that Rugby Baby.
This week I don't have work, I don't have school, I just have to wait around. Good thing I've got plenty to do around the house, and lots of good friends to keep me company.