Boy oh boy this past week has been TOUGH! In the lead-up to the due date I have been at the top of Mt. Adrenaline, 24-7. I never knew it was possible to sustain such excitement and anticipation for so long, it's making me batty!

Every time I have a spare second I check my mobile to see if the wife has called (even though its ringtone is set to LOUD). Every night I get home I wonder if she's just gone into labour and not told me until i got back. Every morning I wake up and my shoulders sink a little at knowing I have to go to work another day and not be holding our boy.

I honestly thought he'd be here by now; anecdotes from friends and colleagues all lead me to believe he'd be early. They say women who are active and work well into pregnancy (just as my wife did) go early, but we're now a day over so not true for us. I can see now that I was sort of piecing together the clues I wanted to notice in order to create the feeling he'd be early, just because I'm so excited (I'd be a shit detective).

We had a check-up at the doctor's on Tuesday and were told that they'd let my wife go for as long as the baby seemed to need but that at 42 weeks (2 weeks over for those unfamiliar with gestation) they would induce. Some of the literature we've looked at says first-time mothers often go over the due date rather than going before, so that's reassuring.

I am finding it hard to concentrate on much - nothing else is as important. For my own sake I hope he comes soon though obviously he'll take however long he needs to.

I am suspecting though that he may like sleep-ins like his daddy...