Gully’s due date has come and gone, and now we’re just twiddling our thumbs; or rather, I’ve re-read the Twilight series on my Kindle and our complete back-log of New Yorkers, and Joe has started playing Starcraft. Maybe she’ll be potty-trained by the time she wants to make an appearance! There are things I could be going full-throttle at, like studying for the boards or writing an essay to apply for this health services research fellowship that I should really do, but mostly, I’m trying to not be uncomfortable. Carrying an overdue fetus and an extra 30-odd pounds in the hottest July ever is not fun. My feet are so swollen that I can’t wear shoes anymore. My girth is so large that it cuts off circulation to my legs when I sit upright. I’m so edematous that my nasal passages are continuously congested. All in all, being overly-pregnant is not fun.