Waiting for baby

Baby is two days past due, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be pregnant forever. We went for a few long walks over the weekend to no avail, and today drove 45 minutes to a pizza place in the East Bay that has a pizza locally famous for inducing labor. It was... intense, but I managed to eat two full slices of it.

Ben wasn't brave enough to try the prego pizza, so he just got pepperoni on his half.

Still no action, but it's only been about three hours so I guess I should wait until tomorrow morning before calling it a bust.