My due date has come and is nearly gone, and no baby yet.  The baby’s arrival does not seem imminent, either.  I am not that surprised however, as Gabriel was born more than a week and half after his due date.  Maybe it is just my way of growing babies to take a bit longer than the “typical” forty weeks.  Around the time that forty weeks rolls around, however, I cannot help but feel kind of ready to meet our new little one.  I am big, achy, and physically somewhat worn out.  At least we know that every day brings me closer to meeting the baby, and that it really is going to happen any day now.