Whenever a date pops up for a movie release, I think, “Dear Lord, I’m going to have a baby by then.” The doctor gave me my due date after my first ultra-sound and back then it seemed like April 29th was so far in the future. And now I can say I’m due on Saturday. This big-floppy-donkey-dong Saturday. I didn’t give birth on Thursday as predicted by Mike’s co-worker and I didn’t give birth today like Mike’s sister said I would. This pregnancy is wrapping up and I’m going to miss some things like the kicks and rolls that poke against my belly. I am not going to miss the numbness in my swollen sausage fingers, my hamhock ankles, shortness of breath, or my Hitchcock-like shadow.
We’re in a countdown, folks.