So, I've really been hoping that my boy would arrive in September. Honestly, there's no real reason why I'd have ever thought he would (aside from the calculated due date), but I guess it's just one of those sappy sentimental things. I mean September is like the hot-bed of birthday activity in my family... mine, my daddy's, one of my sister's, a former bro-in-law, some cousins, my nephew, my niece, my grandma - just to name the few I can think of right off hand... so it seemed only natural that we'd be able to welcome him into the family this month - kind of give him an in or something ridiculous like that.
However, it seems pretty apparent that he will need no such trapping of family ties... I am now of the mindset that he will hold out until he's evicted - just like his momma, or at the very least, he'll be hard-headed and hold out until tomorrow just to put a thumb in my eye - again very much like his momma.
Ah well... whatever the case - his birthday will be my new favorite day... plus if he's born in October, he'll be able to share more than a middle name with his granddaddy, so I guess there's a bright side yet.
Incidentally, a guy from Brad's work is banking on Sunday night being it - full moon you know...
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