Due Date has arrived

Saturday, October 25th. I've been talking about this "date" for really 10 months now. I wake up this morning and it has arrived but nothing else has arrived...I just read on line that "Remember only 5% of mothers give birth on their due date." What? They didn't take that poll in Murfreesboro. It seems everyone around me had their baby before their due date. But after? I'm complaining - sorry.
Nate just left with his buddy to take all 4 rambunctious boys of ours (including theirs) to a cub scout camp out today. I had so wanted Eli to get to 'shoot bows and arrows, shoot b.b. guns, go fishing, etc.' after he signed up for cub scouts and it looks like he gets to do it. Of course in my usual worrying fashion I'm already nervous that I'll go into labor any minute today and the men will have to drag all 4 boys from the fields of boyhood, dropping their miniature weapons and hard caught fish to drive back to M'boro and take old mommy to the hospital. Maybe the excitement of a new baby really coming will distract the bad memories from settling in their subconscious and reappearing when they sit in front of their shrinks at age 30 and blame everything else on me. (hee hee) Did I mention we don't know how well the cell phone reception is out there? Oh, just more to add to my worries. STOP IT SARAH!
I jokingly tell friends that I will be able to french braid sister girl's hair when she comes out and that we can just put her in her crib and say "see you in the morning" because she will be so big and cooked! I know I'm crazy.
I think I will go paint - the one thing that keeps my mind off me and passes the time...