All Quiet on the Baby Front

Four days post-due date and...nothing, nada, no indication whatsoever that our baby has made any progress toward the exit. I actually dreamed I was in labor last night and woke up in a panic. But it was only a dream (which was a bit of a relief really, since it woke me at 5:30 a.m.). I got up and walked around and stayed up for a little while, just to be sure. When I drifted back to sleep, I dreamt that my husband and I went to the hospital and were told to sit in the waiting room until the labor progressed. As we waited and waited and waited, all the other couples that had been in the childbirth classes with us started stopping by with their new babies. Then I woke up...and nothing. I got up. I showered. I had coffee and a banana. I got dressed. Had our son not given me a good kick while I was putting on my shirt, I nearly could have forgotten I was 9+ months pregnant.
My mom is heading over to meet me for a movie and a trip to Whole Foods to pick up Thanksgiving sides. My husband and I are now hosting dinner for my mom, who decided to stay here rather than fly to Florida to be with her husband (assuming we don't spend the day at the hospital). If we're lucky, maybe we'll have another guest as well.