It’s a week past my due date this weekend. It’s okay really, but like Tom Petty says, the waiting is the hardest part. I am really ready to meet our baby, I just have to muster up a bit more patience and wait until it is ready to come out into the world. Friday Mr. Cuerda and I went to see Shrek 3 at the drive in and I felt my first contraction sitting there in the car, I was holding his hand, and as the contraction came on, I just started squeezing, apparently quite hard, though I was unaware of anything going on at the time. It didn’t hurt so much as take me by surprise. I had no idea what a contraction could possibly feel like, and I started having this building gas bubble in my abdomen, that wasn’t releasing, and my natural reaction was to tense up. We decided to leave, the movie was almost over, but the drive in was packed and we didn’t want to get stuck there. I felt another one, and was a bit more prepared, I was able to relax my abdomen and it was not bad at all. We pulled over so I could stand, and that made a huge difference. I had three contractions in a little more than an hour, and then…nothing. I had one again yesterday while I was walking, but it was quite light. I have an appointment Thursday morning to see what is going on. I really hope to have the baby by then, if not I will have to make a date to be induced, which I really don’t want to happen. I am not much more uncomfortable than I have been, I can deal with it, I know most first time babies tend to be at least 10 days late. It would just be nice to know when. Perhaps if I stop listening to NPR and CNN all day it might decide the world really is an okay place and decide to come out.