I am officially one day overdue. I don't so much mind not having the baby yesterday, since "August 6th" is difficult to say (comes out rather lispy and I'm very particular about such things). Today would be nice, since 7 is a great number and all, but I have little hope of that happening. I was quite sure I was going to be early, so in my mind, I'm WAY overdue. My doctor says if I don't have her by the 10th (my brother Matt's birthday in fact), that she'll schedule an induction, since my baby is already quite large (yikes). My mom will get into town tonight at 10, and my dad and brother will be here the 11th. I was hoping to have her before they all got here, so they could have more time with the baby, but things aren't pointing in that direction right now. Well, I know this is typical of pregnancy, so I guess I'll just hang around uncomfortably in my sweatpants trying not to be frustrated until something happens. Perhaps I'll console myself with a Krispy Kreme donut on the way to the airport to get my mom.