No baby. Belly, yes. Baby no.
May 21 was the first due date that our New York OBGYN came up with, way back in October. In her defense, she changed it to May 28 on our next, and last visit. Since then, there’s been talk of May 23, June 1 and May 30. And let’s not forget the rumors that baby might come early, due to her size, position and something about my cervix. My Italian OB was convinced that she could come “any day”, but that was more than two weeks ago…
It’s not surprising. What child of mine would be so early? She’s clearly inheriting my genes there. It’s possible that she’ll arrive right on time, proving that she’s her father’s daughter (he who arrived so early for our first date that he had to kill time by going to a pub down the street for a pint. Or maybe that’s just Paul. But anyway, the man’s always early.).
For now I’ll say this. In aquagym this morning, I couldn’t help but think that this will be my last class. Maybe that means she’ll arrive this weekend. Maybe I’m wrong. It’s happened before, but don’t tell Paul.