It’s less than a week until my due date (2/18). Baby preparations are complete. And Jason and I are now patiently awaiting her arrival. Did I say patiently? I don’t know that that was the best word to use there…
We went out to dinner last night while we still can. And spent most the time placing bets:
- When I’ll go into labor. I’m betting on over. Jason took the under.
- How long labor will last. As I’m typing this, I’m realizing that we never actually finalized this bet.
- How many times we’ll go to the hospital for false labor. I bet zero, and Jason bet once. Jason wins if we go more than once. I win if we don’t make it to the hospital for the actual delivery. For some reason I feel like I got the raw end of this deal.
- How much the baby will weigh. I’ve got 7 lb 13 oz. Jason has 8 lb 2 oz. Closest takes the win.
In most cases the winner gets a baby. The only exception is the baby sex bet. Jason proposed a new laptop as his prize if it’s a boy. I agreed to a wallet. If it’s a girl, I get a car wash.
Anyone else want in? You will not get the baby if you win. It’s only fair that I bring this up now in the interest of full disclosure. I will, however, tell you congratulations.