It's not the first time, and it won't be the last, that I was wrong.
I predicted Baby Girl would be born this past Thursday, February 25th. It's not that I necessarily believed with every fiber of my being she would actually come that day, but I started feeling a little differently on Tuesday evening (the 23rd) and honestly thought that she would be born some time on Wednesday. (I even packed a hospital bag.) But then I woke up Wednesday morning and felt perfectly fine.
Since then it's been one big mind game.
I'm 39 weeks, 2 days along this Saturday morning. Sydney was born at 39 weeks, 0 days; Lorelei was born at 39 weeks, 2 days; Ford was born 39 weeks, 1 day.
As far as actual date predictions, my date has come and gone. My mom and brother-in-law predicted she would be born today, the 27th. My sister-in-law predicted tomorrow. Chet predicted a leap day baby (Monday, the 29th). Everyone else has March predictions.
It would be super convenient if she would come this weekend, because our babysitter is available. Also, I went grocery shopping yesterday morning, so we have a full fridge, I have clean hair, and our kitchen and dining room floors are mopped. I'm not sure what else a tiny baby could want before coming into this world, because those conditions are pretty ideal.
Come on, Baby! We're ready to meet you!