A week ago today, my yahbah (dad) finagled an additional ultrasound for me through one of the residents he works with at the university hospital where he is employed. (Hee haw! Shookran, Yahbah! ) Sometimes, it pays to be manipulative. That's the hand at the top, giving a "thumbs up" Later that day, I had another pre-natal appointment. When I spoke with my doctor about the ultrasound, he informed me of the three estimated due dates that they had on record from the various clinical due date calculators they use in his office: December 27, 30 and 31. The ultrasound reading stated that Hulk's ETA would be December 30, though she won't technically be considered "late" until January 1. Today is December 30. Still no signs of drama. These past two nights have been quite gruesome, to say the least. Saturday night, I spent breathing through intense pelvic cramps between sips of apple juice to keep my mouth from over drying. ...
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