Final days of pregnancy and airplanes

I somehow have come to compare the final days of pregnancy to an airplane in a holding pattern. Just circling round and round. Waiting and waiting and waiting some more for something to happen. My clothes all seem to either roll up or roll down but don't necessarily fit. Soph's babies have taken over the REAL baby's things. And bags are packed and just taking up floor space. Just waiting for our holding pattern to end.