Let's contrast this with this time around. This baby appears to be pretty on top of things. Expected due date is June 15th. Yesterday the doctor reported that the baby seems to be between 7 and 7.5 pounds, I'm dilated to a three, thin and stretchy (eew!), and as he was reporting this, the baby--as if on cue--popped its head squarely and securely into "position." He told me to pack my hospital bags, nix any Memorial Day travel plans, and plan on this baby arriving before the due date (with the caveat that "stranger things have happened..." of course).
Don't get me wrong, I really want to have this baby ASAP. But this time, I am the one procrastinating. I haven't cleaned up in preparation for the great three-way room swap yet. I just barely located some receiving blankets and burp cloths. I don't even have a list of things to pack for the hospital. And as for names? There's nothing I'm wild about. It doesn't help that Allan will only think about boy names and I will only think about girl names. And any name I've gotten attached to in the last nine months now makes me want to throw up.
This whole not finding out the sex of the baby deal? I don't recommend it. At least if you're anything like I am. I think it is 80% of the reason that I'd rather look at post-baby clothes for me than set up a place to sleep for him/her.
Now it's time for the official predictions. Let me know your predictions for:
1. Gender
2. Weight (for some perspective, Jack was 8#7oz and a week late. I've gained exactly the same amount of weight this time around, but am more belly and less swollen overall)
3. Birthday
4. My mental health one month from now
The winner wins pride. And we're so desperate for names, maybe we'll name the baby after you.
Allan's just afraid to have a daughter who looks like me.
Allan's just afraid to have a daughter who looks like me.
