Without the presence of any significant worries right now, my hubby and I have nothing better to do than to sit around and make silly predictions about when Gabe will get here.
As much as I want him to be "cooked" fully, I have to admit that I like thinking that the end is nearing. When I wake in the morning, I think "this pregnancy thing is not so bad." The morning hours find me feeling less bloated and a little more energetic. But, by evening, I start thinking "well, I'm ready for this ride to be over now."
So, we have our silly predictions. I predict October 7 as the magic day (one day past 37 weeks and a technically "term" birth). Hubby is thinking sooner, like September 28. All in fun of course--my only sincere hope is that I am not dressing up as a VERY pregnant pumpkin come Halloween.
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My bet is October 26th and Ellen bets on October 15th. :-)
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