I had my 37 week ultrasound today, and in addition to some avant-garde footage of Burt Reynolds (we saw a cross-section of his stomach!), I was granted yet another due date: November 6.
Based on my last period, I am due November 4. This is the date I tell everyone when they ask when I'm due.
Based on my first ultrasound at 9 weeks, I am due November 12. (I have heard that early ultrasounds are often the most accurate.)
Based on my 21 week ultrasound, I am due November 1.
This just goes to show that a "due date" is just an estimation. Assuming all stays low-risk, Burt Reynolds will be picking his own birthday. As nature intended. Huzzah!
According to the ultrasound, Burt Reynolds is already 7 lbs 4 oz. However, ultrasounds are notorious for being off when it comes to weight. So who the hell knows how much he weighs at this point?
Another interesting thing: we got to see a close-up of his beating heart, and it looks just like a little cartoon character jumping up and down inside an enclosed space. It was pretty much the cutest thing ever. Well, almost the cutest thing ever. Check out Burt Reynolds' nose and lips. Methinks he looks a lot like Charlie did in utero.
Anyway, I'm going to be 38 weeks on Thursday. I don't feel like I'll be going into labor anytime soon, but I know that doesn't mean anything. I'm not having internal exams done this time around, so the state of my cervix is unknown (and it's not like it really matters anyway).
Whatever happens, our bags are packed, the infant car seat is installed, we went ahead and bought a new stroller (but it was on sale!), his clothes and diapers are washed and put away, his quilt is done (well, sort of), birth plan is written, blah blah blah. There are still some last-minute things I want to get done, but for the most part, we are ready. And so we wait. (And maybe while we're waiting, Burt Reynolds will grow a mustache.)