I think we can all agree... there's only so much a body can handle.
Something strange happens to a woman on her due date. She starts to go a little insane. And every subsequent day following her brain begins to unravel. There's nothing she can do but wait. There are no answers for the questions posed to her. A man passing her on the street knows as much about when the baby is coming as she does. It's the truth.
So we wait. And eat ice cream. Really, what else is there to do?