We’re two weeks out, and all is well. Still not completely dropped down into the delivery position, and with the mom only dilated to 2 cm, Beta-chan is still sticky. The good news is that she’s growing and is over 6 lbs now. Better news is that her head size is absolutely normal.
Her Taiwanese cousin decided to upstage her. Due two days after Beta, he’s here (or there, I guess) already. He came kicking on Sunday, and mother and baby are doing well.
It’s time for the BABY POOL! Place your bet on the grand entrance, on the date and time.
I don’t know what we’ll do for the winner, (nope, not giving naming rights, sorry) but we’ll think of something.
(And after a few days, I’m doing much better, thanks everyone.)
Mate, we don’t need any prizes apart from you and the missus getting a bonny child.
So, no bets here…only good wishes and vibes and hope the sticky-one decides to unstick at an opportune time that conveniences her mum and dad and the midwives and the Obs so that everything goes smoothly!
October 10th, at 11pm. 3 years to the hour since the arrival of my Smaller Girl. A day guaranteed to be the harbinger of exceptionally cute and bouncy babies, who sleep well.
So I’m going to jump in with September 30 at 10:18 am. That would make her a Tuesday’s child, and therefore full of grace. (The fair of face that comes along with being a Monday’s child is already a given, with her gorgeous Mama.)
In memory of my mom I choose Oct. 4th. I’ll say 7:15 a.m.
Don’t tell the missus, but I stayed dilated 4 cm for a* whole month*, while my son dilly-dallied around in there considering coming out, the little stinker. He’s been a pain in the butt ever since.
(My birthday, and approximate time of birth. Yeah, I’m with the anytime so long as she’s healthy and Mom’s healthy crowd, but . . . this close to my birthday I can’t resist the temptation to stake a claim on it).
I just checked my date book, and October 4 is our local Oktoberfest. My husband’s band will be playing, so I’m going for that. 6:12 p.m., local time, oom-pah.
