A Watched Pot never lambs.

This is poor Dolores. She is large. I keep going up an looking at her, she looks back, calmly, short, shallow breaths, as she can't take deep ones anymore. She can get up, but she groans when she does so, slowly. I can sympathize, I was somewhat large when pregnant, myself. I'll spare you those photos. But, I am watching... is today the day? I'd say "YES!" but, I've been saying that for a week or so. Getting that "watched pot" feeling.