40 weeks

I honestly never expected to reach my due date still pregnant. Jane was born on her due date, at 3:27 in the afternoon. Megan was born nine days early, when I was induced because of kidney stones. And Benjamin arrived just one day before his due date. So, I don't have a history of going past my due date, though two of the three times we had extenuating circumstances.

This time around, I've had a million contractions very consistently since as early as 20 weeks. Nothing painful or consistent, but definitely persistent. I was also taking advantage of other labor encouragers, like red raspberry leaf and evening primrose oil capsules. I was hopeful that labor would come sooner rather than later and progress quickly and efficiently.

Of course, if the baby decides to be transverse, then no amount of contractions are actually going to help. Sigh.

With such being the case, that means it's my due date and I'm still pregnant with no reasonable expectation of going into labor on my own anytime soon. We marked the occasion with a picture.

Looking at this picture reminded me of the last pictures I had from my pregnancies with Megan and Ben. All in purple shirts. I think I look bigger this time than I have before...