"I grew up on a farm."

This is the view from my vantage point today.

Had another appointment with the midwife this morning that turned out to be pretty interesting, in my opinion. I've gained 34 pounds, and my toes look like little sausage links. Not that that was the interesting part.

I told her how I've been feeling anxious like this kid is going to come screaming out at any moment and I'm sort of afraid to do certain things and every little ache and twinge sends me into "ohmygosh, was that a contraction?" mode.

So she checked me over and assured me it wouldn't be anytime soon.

This is when Dallas interjected: "I told her, nah, he's still sittin too high." And then went on to explain: "I grew up on a farm."

Thanks for the horse comparison, honey. ;)

But the midwife actually said that he's right and that she grew up on a farm too. Ooookkaaayyyy....

So she starts feeling around on him and shows me where his head is, which way he's turned, and *ahem* gauged some other indicators that all pointed to "not today, sister". In fact, she said if she had to guess, she'd say he's about 5 1/2 or 6 pounds, and will probably be about 7 pounds at delivery and that she wouldn't even plan on him being here by his due date of March 23. She said more to plan for like the 30th, and if he arrives before that, well then, we'll all just be pleasantly surprised!

I sort of think it would be neat if he waited till the 31st to share my birthday.

But considering who his daddy is... An April Fools baby wouldn't surprise me in the least. ;)