Well, as I have exactly one week to go (we're set to induce labor on the 27th, which was right on time), I'm sort of just ready for it, almost to the point of impatience. We want the baby to come out already!
There's so much pressure and stupid questions vaulted at me, that I've just decided that I'm tired of waiting. The reason for the scheduled induction date is because my workplace is switching insurance companies, effective January 1st. They don't have my wife's doctor on my plan, and they still haven't given us approval for a one-month extension based on the fact it's a pregnancy. Rather than deal with all the agony and he-say-she-say of possibly dealing with two different insurance companies, we're trying to make it so we're out the door by New Year's Eve.
In any case, I'm psyched, but I can't help notice that my fuse is so much shorter than before, especially at work, an in dealing with stupidity in general (see work). Oh well, I'll just transfer my anger to Stella Artois.
Unlike many over-hyped things, though, this newborn girl will not be anticlimactic in any way.