A Month of Sundays?

First of all, I refer you to this website for updates on my current condition: http://haveyouhadthatbabyyet.com

That's correct, I'm still waiting around for something to happen (something amazing, I guess!) In the meantime, I'm "enjoying" maternity leave as much as a person can enjoy being off work while in a constant state of hyper-awareness about one's body and whether it may, at any moment, send one into spasms of pain/release amniotic fluid from between one's legs. I am convinced that if I'm one of the 15% of women whose labor begins with ruptured membranes, it will start while I'm standing in a check-out line someplace, partially because I feel like I'm spending all of my precious free time in check-out lines. They really do move so much slower during the weekdays. It's crazy.

Besides rolling my eyes in check-out lines (all I need are file folders and pens! I'm not setting up an entire home office like the woman ahead of me! Why does she have to order furniture from the only open cashier? There should be a dedicated furniture-ordering desk so people like me don't have to wait for 20 minutes to buy their file folders and pens!), I'm treating this downtime like I would an idle Sunday afternoon. There are chores to be done around the house that I've neglected for months, and they're really satisfying to get done. I've dropped off pictures to be framed, cleaned the bathroom including the molding, and any moment now I'm going to sit down and write the thank-you notes from my baby shower, I swear. Yesterday I even made this and it was very tasty:

The problem is what will happen when I run out of chores and have to decide between starting a new, honest-to-goodness project and catching up on reruns of "ER" and "Designing Women." My next doctor's appointment isn't until Friday, so I won't know for another two days whether all of this hip pain and general physical discomfort has actually resulted any measurable progress towards labor. Over the weekend I swear the baby dropped even further - my bump looks like it's about to enter a "how low can you go?" limbo contest and I really think I have a baby head crammed into my pelvis since my waddle went from decent to comical - but there's been no more bleeding since last week, no identifiable mucus plug, no regularly-spaced contractions, nothing. So we're still waiting, and making pies. I think today's selection will involve pears...