Hopefully, the Last.

Today is the date I hoped for, way back when I very first found out we were expecting...no particular reason, except that I like the 17th. Alas, we are still truckin' without many signs of change. On our last visit, the doctor told us that the earliest estimated due date qualifies as the most accurate (especially since it is now clear that we are expecting a large child), so November 27th/Thanksgiving, it is! This means I techniquely have 10 days left, so I should not be disappointed with every passing day, though the fact that the baby hasn't dropped it a little dis-heartening. (My mom said none of her 5 children dropped before the start of labor, so there is hope. I also have another theory, which is: the baby has indeed dropped, but continues to grow so large that it is not apparent.)
As of yesterday, I have decided that I am going to give Baby O nothing but "postive vibes" from here on out; perhaps the baby senses my frustration, and is thinking, "Hell no, I'm not going out there..." Matt has been great with encouragement, kind words, affection, etc. I am already proving to be one of those parents with high expectations, which I am already forcing upon my UNBORN child! So, these next 10 days, I am going to relax, chill out, and let the baby be its own person. If he/she needs a few extra days of incubation, then so be it, I support any decision. But I really can't wait to meet the little addition!