Predictions

Whew! We made it into September successfully. No baby Micron yet. Though I've had quite a bit of preterm labor in the past few weeks, it seems Micron is holding out for a September birthday. I won't lie, I'm now ready to meet my baby and rid of the humongous belly. I've got only two more weeks (or less) til Micron debuts. Boy or girl? How many pounds and ounces? How long? Ahh, the endless questions of childbirth and everyone is putting their two cents in. Including Micro.

Two days ago, I asked Micro, "When do you think the baby will come? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5," and before I could say "6," he says, "7!" And he said it with such gusto, you'd think the kid was Nostradamus. So, only time will tell if my little fortune-teller or psychic is right. I don't want to be a cliche and actually give birth on Labor Day (this year it falls on my goddaughter's birthday). But who knows. Lola would prefer I give birth during the weekend (so it works better with her work schedule). Mr. Fliz would like Micron to arrive anytime between Monday thru Friday, and during the hours of 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., so we can publicly donate the baby's cord blood to the hospital. Yeah people, because I am a SuperWoman and can control all the elements of childbirth. Dream on. 

My best girlfriend's hubby predicted a 8/30 due date, Mr. Fliz thought 8/31, and my girlfriend, she opted for 9/1. Hmm, that's today. Well Micron, you just let me know when you're ready. I may not be, but that doesn't matter, because no matter what happens, you and I are in for a joy ride. I can't wait to meet you and shower you with hugs and kisses.