Today is the “other” due date they gave me. The one that I refused to believe was feasible. The date that I was SURE my uterus could not manage to hold together for.
And here I sit, gravid and grumpy.
I have an ultrasound scheduled today. They will check amniotic fluid levels, estimate the baby’s size (30 pounds, I’m TELLING you), and, I don’t know, commiserate?
More later.