No, I haven't had this baby yet. And no, I'm not in labor yet. Although, if you do see me you could just ask if I've had the baby yet and then I would get to say something fun like, "Yes, I have actually, he's sleeping in the car."
The original due date was last Friday, and we all thought I would be pushing this baby out earlier than that. About mid-way through the pregnancy, my due date was changed to a week later based on the baby's size, although now, his size is just fine and I'd prefer him to not get much larger before I have to fit him through a very small part of my body.
Right now I don't know if it's harder being in limbo between the two due dates, knowing I've already surpassed one, or knowing that each day he's getting bigger and, ahem, I get to push him out.
I'm feeling comfortable and want him fully developing into a healthy, thriving baby and I really mean that.
And then Aliyah walks up to my belly and says something like, "Brayden, please just come out today!"
And then I say, "Listen to your sister."