I'm 40 weeks today and yet little Langers seems exceptionally comfy in her private 5* suite (all you can eat and with blackout blinds). Half the day has gone, and not even so much of a twinge. She and I will be having serious words when she arrives - it would appear she is breaking the family tradition of being on time for everything and this seemingly lackadaisical attitude to birthing on time is just not cricket. With less than 12 hours left for today, I am doubtful she is making an appearance today, and as such will be late for her first ever appointment. GGRRRRRR.