What’s the fun in the unexpectedness of a baby arrival without a good, legal “guessing” pool to go with it?
Especially since we have long-standing family tradition over here of letting our children be involved in gambling activities.
(Waiting for the State Bingo Lynch Mob to knock down my door and raid my house and seize my computer at ANY MOMENT.)
(Sorry if you’re not from Alabama and that makes no sense to you.)
Plus, it’s your opportunity to get on my good side by guessing early. Remember – this baby is certainly coming out at ANY second. Surely before I finish writing this blog post.
(Maybe if enough people guess early, the power of suggestion will overcome Noah with guilt over his uncomfortable stay and he will decide to come on out and meet everyone…right?)
(Yes, logic does indeed totally go out the window in the last three weeks of pregnancy.)
Here are the facts that you will need to make your educated guess:
Actual Due Date: December 27th.
Eviction Date (by C-Section, since Ali was a C): December 20th, 8:15 A.M. – I think I might get a countdown timer and put it on my cell phone.
If he decides to come early: (YES!YES!YES!) I’m totally willing to try a VBAC (“regular” birth after C-Section) if possible.
Progress in the Labor Preporatorial Department (TMI Warning: male readers may want to skip to the next fact): I had my appointment today, and on my official Pregnant Woman White Card that I am required to carry with me at all times, my doctor logged my current dilation in as “TTFT”.
Which, in the most sophisticated of medical measurements, is the abbreviation for “Tight, Tight Fingertip.”
(As my Mother faints to the floor that I just wrote that.)
Isn’t pregnancy just the most dignified and glamorous time of life?
At any rate, I’m pretty sure that was just his way of being somewhat optimistic that SOMETHING was happening (I believe his exact words were “You’re TRYING to dilate!”). Besides that, I’m 50% effaced.
(Male Readers may resume reading at this time.)
Contractions: Nearly constantly for weeks. Some more painful than others. Only making me TRY to dilate, apparently. Darn useless contractions.
Ali’s facts: Was due January 6th, induced January 8th, weighed in at 8 pounds, 2 ounces.
So: Your job is to guess the delivery date (yes, you can guess that he waits until his eviction date, but I probably won’t like you as much anymore), and weight.
HIS weight, not mine, thankyouverymuch.
The guesser with the closest percentage of rightness in both categories (I’m sure Excel will be GLAD to geekily help me come up with a formula to determine such) will win a $30 Gift Card to one of my favorite places of your choice:
Your guesses have to be in by Monday, December 6th (or before he’s born, whichever comes first), to be included in the prize pool, so start guessing!!
And in the meantime, I am going into full-force labor-inducing mode. After all, my doctor said he really wanted to see me back, in labor, before my appointment next week.
And I’m a people pleaser, after all.
So feel free to tell me labor-inducing techniques that worked for you along with your guess. Because if I’M sick of all of my pregnancy blog posts, I’m SURE that you are.