Mike and I rented a storage unit this weekend to free up some space for the baby. The owner asked when I’m due and I told her April 29th. She shook her head and said, “No. April 23rd.” This happens a lot. Whenever I tell someone my due date, I get different predictions.
“I think it’ll be April 24th. Eight pounds, three ounces.” — My sister-in-law.
“Make it May 6th and you won’t have to get me a birthday gift.” — My husband.
“No, it’ll be May 3rd.” — Hobo, down the street, right side of the road.