Happy Birthday Mike...anyone else want to have a birthday today?

So today is Mike's birthday and we are both hoping he might get a special present today. However, as the morning progresses, it looks like the magic 8-ball is reading "oh don't you wish." Sigh. Yep and alas, we are still waiting for Blob.

Yesterday we went to see Aunt GG again (at 38 weeks, 1day) to see if we could get a really accurate head measurement since that had become the main concern regarding whether or not it will be possible for me to get Blob out safely enough for both of us. Despite the history of my side of the family for large babies, it WAS (past tense important here) looking like weight would not be so much of an issue...that Evan was going to be the runt of the family. Well apparently he did not like the sound of that. He is now measuring....drum roll please.....NINE POUNDS. Now that may not sound like that much, but keep in mind, he still has at least 2 weeks left to cook. Well....poo.

So what does that mean? Well at our last measurement, we calculated that if Evan gained 1/2 lb a week (which is average for the end), then there was no way he would weigh more than 9 lbs even if he stayed past his due date. Since he blew that prediction out of the water, he must be gaining weight a LOT faster than that...like way. How about almost a whole pound a week.

So what does that really really mean? Well it means that the chances for me to get him out the "regular" way are dwindling. Because of my family's experiences, I thought it would be a good idea to take a good long, serious and thorough class in natural childbirth. We picked the Bradley Method on the recommendation of a friend and because it seems to be the most involved class out there, and I wanted every trick in the book along with a thoroughly prepared coach up my sleeve when we arrived at the hospital. The class was awesome! We met some cool people, our teacher was really good, and we learned a ton. I just hope we get to use some of our knowledge!

So now that we know Evan is not only going to be a ham in the amusing funny-faces sense, but also a porker in the literal, double-chinned sense, all there is left to do is wait and see. It will all come down to my hip-size and how well all those great hormones that disjoint everything for el bambino to squeeze through are working. I have a lot of faith in Mike to be a great coach and we've got Aunt GG and our friend Jo on the list as backup so I know that department is covered. How I react to the pain of it all is another factor. Of course there is the chance that he is really not that big, since ultrasound is not always perfect...but I have to say that we DO have the best ultrasound tech out there doing the predicting and she claims she is more often than not pretty darn close to perfect. Hmph. Lucky us. Maybe this will be the freak one-time that she completely got it all wrong and Evan will be an easy 7 1/2 lber. Please? With a cherry on top?

Ok everyone, now comes your part. From today on, we need everyone to sing Evan "happy birthday to you" and maybe just maybe he'll come on, or even better, before his due date and then we might be able to join the ranks of amazing moms and babies who did it the old-fashioned way. My doctor and sister think I might have the hips to accomplish this feat so send my hips some good vibes too. If Evan decides he's much happier in his cozy cocoon and stays for an eviction notice, then we might not be so lucky. Oh well, at least we will have tried and the most important thing is that everybody comes out happy and healthy in the end.

Here are some pictures to prove Evan is a chub (just look at that chin!):