Saw the OB this morning; declined an internal. He said, "Your prediction [that I would have this baby late like all the others] might be coming true." He said this baby will be smaller than my others, an assertion I also heard when pregnant with #2 (9#6) and #3 (9#12).
My mom says I'm going on my due date (the 18th), and that my baby will weigh 7#1. She bases this on the fact that all my babies were born in the waning gibbous moon. I don't want to know how long it took her to figure that out.
I cannot let myself think that I'm going early; I know from painful experience that it is the direct route to Crazyville. The Concorde route, even. I am guessing the 28th, and I am guessing this baby will be 8#8.
Want to play? I'll send chocolate to the person whose guess is closest. If it helps, my boys were born at 40w6d, 40w6d, 41w3d, 41w1d, and they weighed 8#14, 9#6, 9#12, and 8#0. As of today, all's quiet on the uterine front. I told a couple of people that I wasn't feeling very nesty, but then I realized that I spent an entire twenty-minute phone conversation cleaning baseboards with my husband's toothbrush. Maybe my definition of nesty is a little skewed these days.
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