Depending on how you do the calculations, I have four different due dates. The earliest — thus my favorite — is July 8 and the latest is July 17. A full-term pregnancy is said to be anywhere from 37-42 weeks long, and if we use my favorite date as a starting point, I am exactly 37 weeks pregnant today. Theoretically, then, I could go into labor at any time. I am aware, of course, that due dates are really nothing more than educated guesses and, this being the inexact science that it is, I could just as easily have six more weeks of pregnancy ahead of me.

I’m trying to think up ways to fill my days and take my mind off of this seemingly-endless waiting, waiting, waiting, but there’s not much to do. Olof’s not on vacation for another week, so we can’t plan any family activities yet. My house, while not spotless, is cleaner than it’s been in years and I’ve long since gotten bored with housework. There’s almost nothing to do in the way of preparing for the baby’s arrival since we already have everything we need in the way of clothing, gear (for those who have been wondering, we threw caution to the wind and bought the luxury stroller a couple of days ago), et cetera. I guess, really, all there is to do is wait.