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tom
let me tell you a story.
DS2 was very late and the last 2 days before labour progressed I was just waiting around. it was bloody awful.
I was admitted for induction at 11 days over, we went in in the evening and they administered 1st lot of hormone gel (pessary type thing). nothing.
the next morning I had another one - nothing
they were going to examine me at lunchtime to decide what's next, but everyone and their NDN and their dog decided to start/finish labour and MWs just could not do anything to trigger it further - there were no free beds on labour ward. I had to wait.
by 8pm I was hysterical. I begged them to just tell me if I was at all dilated or what. they were reluctant and gave me mountain speech about risk of infection - I said I don't care, I need to know something.
I was 2cms. I sent DH home, had a shower and went to bed. I cried myself to sleep because it was like Rachel in Friends, people came and went while I was stuck. and I missed DS1 so terribly!
day 13 (overdue) was spent waiting. we went for little walks, went for lunch, binding time. we were so bored I asked DH to search for and pull out grey hairs. he found 5. I swear they grew out overnight! 
the whiteboard at the nurses station had a red star next to a person's name every now and then. I asked what that meant, the head MW said it meant that person will be the next one to be moved up to labour ward (based on availability and their "labour" status")
so I kept on checking if I had a star already. I went out very 30 mins. it started to get embarassing, but nothing. I was disappointed, sad, angry and fecking fed up.
by 8pm apathy set in. I could not care anymore. I thought I'll never have this baby and I'll become a medical wonder, living in the hospital forever.
DH went home at 9pm, ordered a curry and I decided to take a shower and go to bed. at that point MW came in and said they are taking me in ten mins. she told me to pack up quickly, have a shower and get ready quickly.
I had waited over 48 at that point to actually get things going properly.
the rest was fairly quick - after DH arrived they broke the waters & left me to it for a few hours. still no progress, so at 2am I had syntocinon (oxytocin) drip.
it was vile. (again) I had an epidural (again)
DS2 was born just after 8am. he was 14 days late.
for my other 4 kids after him I adjusted EDD to plus 2 weeks. I coped better each time I waved goodbye to actual EDD.
the end
(sorry, bit long, but hopefully entertaining)