Yesterday, my mom called me a "ticking time bomb." I'm pretty sure she meant that positively, but still :) The last few days have been pretty quiet, and I'm trying to stay mellow. The baby is still way too high - why won't she DROP, for heaven's sake?!? - and everything else is sort of...inert. Tomorrow, we kick things up a notch. I get my membranes stripped at 10am, which will result in one of two outcomes: 1) I have a very bad day but then the baby is born (YAY!!), or 2) I have a very bad day but things fizzle out after 6-8 hours and we get to repeat the fun on Monday. In the latter outcome, Monday would also include a non-stress test (and a quick ultrasound to estimate fluid levels), so I guess that's a bonus? One other positive of the baby being late is that husband finished writing, and giving, all the lectures for his class yesterday - he wrote 27 of them, and we are so proud of his work! Now all he has to do is write, proctor, and ...