Baby Pool (With an Awesome Prize!)

Okay, everyone. Here’s the deal. I am 37 weeks and 2 days pregnant, and this whole “full term” thing is really f’ing with me. Basically, the boy could get here today, or it could be a month from now. The sucky thing is that I’m anxious because every single thing isn't ready yet but if I rush to get ready in every way, then I could potentially just sit around bored, uncomfortable, and pissed off for a month.

I’ve been a wee bit on the hormonal side, too. I can’t even think about this Subaru commercial without tearing up.

Just watched it again and cried.  When I was explaining this commercial to Matt the other day, 

crying all the while, I tried to pretend that I was really sad because he was the one 

driving my car when it crossed the 200,000 mile mark.  He didn't buy that explanation.

And yesterday, when my friend told me that they filmed O Brother, Where Art Thou? in her hometown and that she drove past and saw George Clooney in overalls with no shirt, I nearly unfriended her out of pure envy. I may have yelled at her for never having told me that before. George Clooney. Sweaty. Dirty. Overalls. Shirtless. Messy hair. For serious! (And OMG when he pulls his beard down while singing “Man of Constant Sorrow” and then winks at the crowd at the end of the movie, I can hardly contain myself! Hormones. Let’s blame this on hormones. Whoremones.)

Why, yes, George Clooney, I would like it if you would take off your shirt.  

You can go ahead and remove those pants, too, while you're at it.

So, yeah, I’ve sort of checked out on the whole being pregnant thing. I think the final straw (for now, at least—though I’m sure there’ll be lots more final straws, which means that they’re not really final at all, I guess) was when my foot felt a little tingly yesterday and I looked down to see that it was GIGANTIC and swollen and gross. It looks like I traded feet with the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man! That’s it. I’m done.

37 weeks and 2 days.

Anyway, that’s enough kvetching. Now, to reward you for having put up with all my bitchin’ and moanin’ these last few months, Shecky and I decided that we should do a baby pool here on the blog. Here’s all you need to do to enter: leave a comment with your guess for 1.) the day the boy will be born, 2.) how much he will weigh, and 3.) how long he will be.

I’ll give you my guesses first, and you can go from there.

I predict that he will be born on March 25, will weigh 9 lbs. even, and will be 21 inches long. Boy’s due date is March 28, he was estimated to weigh 7 lbs. 3 oz. at our ultrasound a week ago, and we don’t know anything about the length.

Just leave your comment with your guesses, and afterward we’ll come up with a way to figure out who got closest (I’ll put Matt in charge of that since he’s better with math and won’t have just had another human exit his body). Winner will receive a copy of The Back in the Day Bakery Cookbook (signed if I can swing it!).  Get your guesses in by next Friday, to keep it fair.

Happy guessing!