I was due on Christmas Day.
No way were we travelling "down home" to our respective parents 2.5 hours away (which also would have meant eating 2 dinners - which we can manage most years but I would definitely have offended people that year by refusing).
So for the one and only time when we stayed "at home" in our city, we went to my DGPs house for dinner. (We always cook our own normally when we stay here - otherwise I offend my DPs! We enjoy it anyway.).
We did the usual - mass, visiting relatives living near us (more extended family than immediate DPs, DSiblings, but on both sides). We did a bit of a walk (not quite the long walk I'd have liked, but a shorter waddle as far as I was really capable of). Had a short while at home opening our own presents and ringing both families "down home".
Headed to my DGPs house, where we were very warmly welcomed and I refused to sit and make polite conversation as I was "making the gravy" in the kitchen (and chatting to others - I couldn't explain it but I really didn't want to sit, I needed to stand). DD dropped, and I had room to enjoy 2 helpings of turkey, and 2 helpings of pudding, with a small glass of wine (I had allowed myself a max of 1 small glass per week throughout the pg) and lots of laughing. That was so nice after weeks of being full after 4 bites!!
We went over to the sitting room to open presents after dinner (9pm), and my 5 month old DNiece was having a ball rolling on the carpet and showing no signs of sleepiness. I eventually pleaded exhaustion at around midnight and we were first to leave. DH only copped why I was so "exhausted" as we drove off, and while we did run home to get changed into comfy clothes, we were at the hospital before 1.30 and DD arrived shortly after 6am!! It was interesting hearing the reactions when we rang them all later that morning 