Well, it could happen any day now. My due date looms less than a week away, and I live with the constant expectation that any moment my water could break or I could start contractions. And as such, I plan accordingly. I don’t venture more than a half mile radius from the house for walks. I don’t plan any road trips or shopping expeditions that would take me further from the hospital and my OB. My suitcase is packed for the hospital and I have the baby’s clothes neatly tucked into the diaper bag. The infant car seat is in the van. I make mostly Crock Pot meals in case I have to leave while the kids are in school and the babysitter needs to feed them supper. I know that the baby is coming, I just don’t know when. And even though my body is the one that will determine the time for labor and delivery, I have no control over the timing at all. Now all I can do is wait in expectation. It’s the final countdown.