Baby Progress...or not...

I went to the doctor last Tuesday and I was dilated to 4cm and 70% effaced. She stripped my membranes and said she thought he'd for sure come that night or the next day, which is exactly what happened with Drew. I shaved my legs, got my bag packed and waited. Well here we are. It's Sunday, I'm 39 weeks and still no contractions or signs that he's on his way. If there's one thing I've learned in my 3 pregnancies and almost 3 deliveries is that nothing is predictable. And if you have a plan, it's sure to go the opposite way.
So as uncomfortable as I am, I know that things will work out how they should and I am trying to be patient and just enjoy these last few days with my cute little family of 4.
Here I (and Tom) are at 9 months pregnant: