Let’s make a guess
Alright. I’m 11 days away from my due date, and I’ve been asked when we’re going to play the let’s guess my due date game.
So let’s play it, shall we?
You don’t win anything but the satisfaction of knowing that you were right. And for someone like me, that’s everything.
I’m now on the line of very pregnant in my mind. I finally believe it when people say subsequent pregnancies get more … uncomfortable? Fourth kid really makes things hurt just a bit more, eh? I may not look big, but I have a feeling this is going to be a long baby. It currently has its shoulder wedged in my sciatic which made for an extremely painful trip to Trader Joe’s. I’m fine if I’m sitting or walking, but the standing still doesn’t bode well. I did, however, choose an excellent time to go because we were in and out within 30 minutes.
And now I’m laying on my side on the couch, on a heating pad, while the kids watch a movie.
For the first time ever, I don’t feel guilty about that.
I’ll be fine in an hour or so, I just obviously got up on the wrong foot, or something. Also, waking up at 3 AM kind of throws a wrench into my day.
Enough with the complaining, let’s guess shall we?
In the past, I have always gone in the 39th week, which, begins Friday (the 22nd.) Multiple people in my family are pulling for me to go on the 26th because it’s my Grandpa Marty’s birthday. I’m cool with that. I’ve had the 27th pegged in my head for a while now, but I should also mention all my kids were born on a Friday or Thursday, and on an even number. (12, 22, 10.)
But this has been the least conventional child ever. So I’m 90% convinced this baby will throw all my past commonalities out the window.
If you want to, for fun, you can also take a guess as to what gender I’m having, since that ups your odds of being right, as it’s 50/50.
My favorite thing about people and guessing gender is that they usually have a reason why.
Here’s what I’ve heard so far:
“Well, you already have two girls, so of course it’s a boy so it’s even.”
“You’re carrying all in the front, so it’s a boy.”
“You eat a lot of dairy products, it must be a girl.”
“Your butt is getting bigger, must be a boy.” (Where in fact, I thought it was getting smaller. Damn.)
“Your hair is looking flat. That’s a girl stealing your beauty.”
“Your skin is a mess. Must be a girl.”
And then my ego is inflated by twenty. Insert sarcasm here.
It’s amazing the things people are willing to say about someone when we’re already feeling self conscious. I’m bloated, have a fat ass, my skin isn’t beautiful, and my hair is dull.
I just shake my head and wonder if the sperm had gotten the memo about all that stuff.
So, please refrain from saying that in the comments unless you want to be punched.