It's now been three days since the official due date, and this morning we went to the doctor for a routine check-up. I went along for "moral support", which turned out to be sitting in a waiting room for 30 minutes reading Outdoor magazine while the A/C blew air piped in from Greenland directly on me at 20 knots. After being felt and poked for a few minutes, Claudia reported that nothing is happening. With the cervical opening the size of a single Grape Nut, there's no risk of us having a baby just yet.
So we get to wait a while longer. Next week they'll start talking about options that aren't "natural", but in the meantime the summation of the doctor's advice is "don't fall". I'm considering phoning Dr. Nick Riviera for an alternate diagnosis.
Wish Claudia luck, since she LOVES being pregnant SO MUCH and REALLY wants it to last AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.