The Real Pain of being Overdue

I thought it would be painful enough to deal with my own thoughts and emotions during every day that I'm overdue.
All the little cloth in my closet that remind me of the joy to come.
The Belly that is getting bigger and bigger beyong belief. (I hate when I open the fridge and forget how big my belly is. Hope the little one doesn't get hurt)
And then of cause all the pinched nerves in my lower abdomen and my legs.
Random Contractions, Baby Parts getting stuck in my ribs, and so on and so forth.

No, this is not all you have to go through, ever single day after your due date.

First you are having all those people that star at you. You've got people that ask if you are dialated. That is so none of their business how I am doing down there. Your mother asking about your Amniotic Fluid. But as you ask further, find out she has no clue on how they even test it. Everyone asking how you are doing. What the heck am I supposed to answer?

Now the worst part.

Today I am officially one week overdue. Seems like a huge miracle how that can happen. Everybody expressing how they hope for me it will be soon that the baby comes out. But honestly, if that little guy wants to stay in a little longer, I'm okay with that. But then all the advice that I'm getting. Mother-in-Law is telling how she would walk for hours and my husband finally came out. Midwife is suggesting lots of intercourse. Maybe I should try some belly dancing?

Are we humans the only weirdos on the planet. Seriously, who knows any other creature that would do that: being full term pregnant and having intercourse on mass? Or being active beyond believe while having this belly to carry around?

No thing is so insane. For example, the animals we know the best, the dogs and cats, they get quiet, find themselves a secret place, and wait it out. Babies will come out when they are ready. I doubt very hightly that I'm going to be pregnant for another ten years with this baby. He will come, just maybe not on my timing but on his. So what?