In answer to all the calls, texts, emails and quizzical looks I've gotten today: No. Not yet.
I'm feeling a little less pressure, though, since I found out that the midwife who I thought was leaving for vacation tomorrow actually left town this morning. So at least I don't have to spend the rest of the day worrying about messing up her packing.
Speaking of less pressure, I just got a call from my other midwife, to get the most straight-forward directions for the back-up midwife. She mentioned that having my folks around will probably help get things going, since I'll now have the time to rest and refresh and center myself before the next ... I believe "onslaught" was the word she used.
It's a good point. While Cha Cha was wearing Miss M out in the pool, I was sitting on the couch, eating candy and watching Oprah. Now that's some centering. Just not having to think ahead to how we're going to get M peacefully through the next few hours is incredibly relaxing. Right now, Cha Cha is helping her through a puzzle book that I, quite frankly, despise. Just watching someone else dealing with that horrible torture device is making my blood pressure sink. At this rate, I could be mellowed into labor by dinner time.
Post-script: I just got this from my weekly BabyCenter email.
You're 14 percent more likely to give birth on a Tuesday than on any other day of the week — and least likely to deliver on the weekend.