Two little babies Let's assume you're all prepared for baby. You've washed and folded the heart-flutteringly tiny clothes, set up the crib, installed the car seat, boiled bottles and binkies, started a college account (JUST KIDDING! HA HA HA)-- and even remembered to obtain fun post-birth items for yourself, such as maxi pads and ice packs (home spa time!). Let's assume you've also done all the secondary baby stuff, the stuff lazy, er, relaxed second-timers like me put off, like getting a double stroller and studying the schedule of baby classes at the Y.
I feel you, overdue mamas-to-be. My son was born a full two weeks after his due date. I think he must have missed a memo somewhere, as his older sister was born four days before her due date --same due date, as it happens, and maybe he was just assiduously trying to avoid sharing a birthday. So everyone was expecting him to come early too, which made it feel like I'd been playing the waiting game forever before I even got to my so-called due date.