Regulation time has ended. We're in stoppage time. (Leave it to a guy to use a sports metaphor for the birth of a baby.)
"Our" official due date was April 27 (May 2). That's not a Julian-Gregorian thing. It means the baby is due on April 27 but the attending physician added a couple days based on the size of the baby, so May 2 is the de facto due date and April 27 is the de jure.
Everyone is healthy but there is a feeling that the nine months are up and there could be a resolution now.
Tomorrow, since it's Walpurgis Night and a lot of doors will be open between this and the other side, we'll go through rituals (perfectly syncretical ones, mind you; we'll say a prayer too) to try to intimate to the baby that it is time to start the descent.
When we first learned the news, I predicted May 1. It could still happen.
"Walpurga" is not on the short list of names. Nor is "Hedwig". I do all of a sudden like a name based on "Bealtaine". But Lorna is leading.
I still joke, though it has become tiresome already, that it is twins, because she is really active, much more than Morgan was.
Anyway, I am conflicted about writing too much more for now, so I will draw a curtain on the scene. Back to political potshots and venting ire as I am able.