I was a full two weeks past my due date, and when she did arrive, she was 9 lbs 8 oz. I was HUGELY pregnant, waddling, and generally scared the shit out of everyone around me. If I sneezed or coughed, everything came to a silent halt until they were sure I didn't drop the kid. I was teaching at the time and had to go to graduation ceremony one week before I finally delivered. You know those huge black robes people wear to graduation? Yeah, mine looked like a tight black dress. The crowd was chatting, noisy, as the faculty filed on stage. Until I stepped out. I swear everything came to a complete halt as I walked across the stage and there was an audible collective sigh of relief when I finally sat down.