I was past 41 weeks and beginning to worry that (for the first time) I would be faced with the decision of whether or not to accept an induction at 42 weeks. Nothing seemed to be happening. I tried to relax and trust that my baby knew exactly when to come. On Sunday (after eating a VERY hot Indian meal for dinner on Saturday), we thought things had started in the morning when I felt a bit ‘off’ and the braxton hicks seemed a bit stronger than usual. So we stayed home from church (which was great because I was not looking forward to all the comments about how ‘overdue’ baby was!) and waited. And waited…and waited…nothing. It completely fizzled out. But I had hope that this was a signal that my body was preparing. I went to bed hoping that I would have a baby the next morning after a decent night’s sleep.