weekend gone, no baby

Well, the doctor's hopes (and mine) didn't come true. Guess baby just wasn't ready to come out over the weekend. At least, I'm fairly certain since there are only a couple of hours left to the weekend. But I'm thinking March 9 isn't a bad date...

If you've been reading this blog, you probably know that my official due date is March 12, Thursday. Back around February 9, 10, 11, or 12, I realized that--since February only has 28 days and the dates line up with March's dates (the 9th was a Monday in February and is in March as well)--there is a distinct possibility that my baby may be born on Friday the 13th. And the only thought that filled me was, gulp, dread.

Why? I'm not superstitious at all. I don't see anything wrong with Friday the 13th in general, but nor do I celebrate it (I just paused to think how funny it was that I used the word "nor" in a post--it's a dying word). But I hate, hate, hate horror movies. With a passion. They give me nightmares, and not the "Mommy, I'm scared" kind of nightmares, but very gory, graphic ones that leave me disturbed. Not frightened. I know they're not real while I'm having them. Just disturbed. For days on end. And being of the generation I am (I'm thirty-four), I tend to associate the phrase "Friday the 13th" with the horror movie (and not the one they're remaking now. I can't believe they're remaking movies already that were made in my lifetime.).

So, anyway, any day now is good. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Even start labor on Friday, just don't be born that day, okay baby? I'll even take Saturday, Sunday, or the following Monday, but I would like to enjoy a Bailey's that Tuesday. After all, you'll be a little more than half Irish (Al's purebred, I'm a mutt) and I'd like to honor St. Patrick's Day the traditional American way (just not go overboard). You can pick your birthday...just think about honoring my request. :)