By now, we should have color pictures of this child being held by adoring parents, grandparents, and friends. However, this is not the case and all we have is this face and arm shot of him taken through gel and my big fat belly. I am crossing my fingers that his hand looks that large due to a weird depth of field issue, rather than the fact that he is developing into a giant adult man inside my uterus. Maybe it is just that my maternal instinct hasn't kicked in yet, but I really think he'll be cuter on the outside.
Futureman is eight days late. Our midwives induce at 14 days. Our induction is scheduled for this Sunday, February 15th. So, regardless of what he decides, we should have a baby by the end of this week.
This is what I am thinking. Both of Futureman's parents are Holiday Babies. Rob is a pagan hippy with his winter solstice birthday, and my birthday is two days after Christmas and sometimes falls during Hanukah. Maybe he just wants to be part of the Holiday action and Valentine's Day was the best he could hope for. Of course, the 16th is President's day this year. Is that one of the holidays that moves around? Either way, if he gets the 15th, he'll be sandwiched right between February's finest days. If he plays this president's day thing right, he won't have to go to school on his birthday, ever, just like his parents. And there is no better gift than a day off from school.
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