If you listen to my old OB, Claire was born 9 days past her due date. If you listen to me, she was born 3 days past her due date.
I'm 40 weeks, 3 days pregnant, exactly as pregnant as I was with Claire, and there will be no induction today, which is great since I think we've already established as a group that for all of its medical advantages? Being induced sort of blows and is highly, highly undesireable when not medically necessary. (I mean, what crazy person would sign up for THAT if she knew from experience what she was getting into and didn't HAVE to in the first place?)
In case anyone has not kept up via FB or Twitter, here is what 40 weeks, 2 days pregnant looks like on me:

It's a waiting game. I have been on maternity leave for two and a half weeks and every day is this weird schedule of last suppers and final opportunities that never actually turn into that last supper or final opportunity.
This might be the last time Chris and I get to go out to dinner for a while! (At first we went to nice places, but we have now have moved on to glamorous outings like Chick-fil-A.)
This might be the last opportunity I have to browse around a shop with my one manageable child! I should go do that! Even though I hate browsing around in shops!
Or, the flip side:
I don't have enough time to really start that project, so I won't. I'll stick to small things I can finish in a half a day. Which is really nothing except laundry and dishes.
I've been living in these odd 4 and 6-hour pockets of time that are really just intervals between when Claire wakes up and goes to sleep. They're the milestones I look forward to because it means that I can go to sleep as well. In the meantime I'm not a very functional adult. I have been asking Chris for lots of favors and my mom is here to help with Claire, and to be here when I go in labor so she can watch Claire, and every day that I don't go into labor it's like...well shit, that was another wasted day for not just ME but for my mom AND Chris. I am not the kind of person that gets excited about wasting the time of three adults for going on three weeks.
I try to keep thinking that this is a one-time thing and a short-term thing, this wasting of other people's time and it's okay because I am pregnant. While moving around is good for me, the honest truth is that my house would be far less clean, the meals far less delicious, freezeable or ready on time if my mom wasn't here. There would be a lot of work waiting for Chris when he got home at the end of the day. We'd all be more tired and I'm SO GLAD that she's here to help us out, but there's no way I'm going to get over the guilt of it so I'm trying my best to just sit back and let her make pot roast (!!!!) and enjoy it while it lasts.
I have an NST scheduled for tomorrow, which I expect to show nothing other than, "Yep! Healthy kid in there. Not ready to come out. Due diligence performed, now please go home." My midwife only wants to keep closer tabs on New Baby at this point, which is fine by me. Nobody is asking me to make decisions about induction or waving the panic flag or telling me about their schedule and how I need to fit into it. In fact, nobody at my midwife's office has said anything other than she's obviously healthy and active so just keep on waiting at home please. It has been really nice not to steel myself for a fight or get spooled up for every visit at this point.
Even in the face of all this boredom and wasted time I might be willing to stay pregnant forever if it means I don't have to be induced again. There is no simple discomfort that I think I can't stand that would make me choose induction. NO WAY. So even though I'm bored and not sleeping well and chewing up the time of my loved ones, I'm sort of okay with it. I want her to be born so we can get this adventure on the road but I'm perfectly content to ride it out for a while. You won't see me asking to be induced and it's this precise reason that I'm glad I chose the care provider that I did. I think I'd be having a mighty fight with almost anyone else at this point, which would just stress me out.
So, that's what I'm doing. Just waiting.