Monday, June 20, 2011
Throughout the last 9 months I've been mostly positive that Baby Boy would be right on time or late. This was mostly based on the premise that it's my first pregnancy. (In my head if he took after me, he would arrive on time; if he took after his daddy, he would be a little late). Then I decided he would be 3 days early (by my calculation, putting him 1 day late by the doctor's calculation). That would be an ideal time, and frankly our house guests are banking on it. Recently, however, I've become acutely aware that Baby Boy might very well be coming early. Like any day now early. And that lit a fire under my ass (excuse the language). So I am desperately working through my to-do list, and trying to get it all done. Fast.