Snuggly in There

I've concluded my uterus must be a great place to want to stay curled (smashed is more like it) up in.
Baby number four seems just as content to stay there as Isaac was.
I've made zero progress in three weeks.  And while I know that  dilation and effacement numbers don't mean much, it's pretty disheartening to think that all the aches and pains and inconsistent contractions haven't done a thing to move me along.  I had some wild and crazy idea in my head since this was baby number four for me that things wouldn't take so long, that my body was just going to spit this baby right out a week or two early.  That's what I get for thinking!

My due date is Monday.
My mom is flying in on Tuesday (at least that's the plan for now).
The Dr I'm currently seeing (who isn't really my Dr.) has informed me my other Dr. is probably not going to let me go past 41 weeks. 
Baby's measurements have been all over but the latest indications point to another plump and hearty baby and that's why I was told no going past 41 weeks.
I certainly don't want to have to go all the way to 41 weeks.  No nine months pregnant women wants to do that!  But I was holding out for a birth that didn't include pitocin and an epidural.
I'm crossing my fingers baby will come sometime in the next 6 days on it's own, if not I guess it looks like an induction is in store for me.
In the mean while I'm trying to stay rational and patient, but that's easier said then done.  I've had at least two hysterical fits today already.