I have had some labor false alarms the last couple of days. And this comes after experiencing just about every prelabor sign and symptom (I won't get into those finer details here as it is a running blog and not a place you would normally expect to read about bodily fluids--yummy!) Even so, my own personal prediction is that I am going to deliver peanut on Thursday the thirteenth at 38 weeks and he will weigh 9 lbs 6 oz. Mrp thinks he will come next Monday the seventeenth and weigh 10 lbs 1 oz. Feel free to leave a prediction in the comments. If I get inspired and not overwhelmed in the coming days perhaps whoever is closest will win a prize! How's that for a commitment? Heh.
I am trying to not get my hopes up and relax and expect labor to start sometime within the next 2.5 weeks rather than the next 2.5 hours. It's hard when your body teases you, though. I woke up this morning at 4 a.m. with serious contractions that came 7-8 minutes apart for 2 hours. Mrp woke up at 6 and I told him. Then I did not have another contraction for over an hour!! And since then any I have had have been weak and very irregular. Damn! I thought maybe we actually would have peanut on our first anniversary (which is today! Happy Anniversary Mrp!), but now I am sitting in my office at work so I think that that won't happen. Lots about pregnancy and childbirth is like running, but this waiting has no running parallel. It's like planning a taper, but not knowing when the marathon is. Yeah. It makes you crazy!!
UPDATE: My sister, Auntie Miss A. will gladly handle contests. She promises a special prize to whoever most closely guesses her new nephew's birthday and birth weight!