Approximately.
You would think that with as many advances in medicine as society has made, that someone would be able to more accurately predict when a baby will decide to make his or her appearance. Tomorrow will start the one month countdown until Baby Sasnett's due date. But, here I sit in my suburban home with a tiny set of feet digging in my ribs, and I'm trying to decide whether or not my sudden urge to do laundry is the nesting instinct or the realization that I won't have clean clothes to wear should we end up in the hospital tonight. This could seem like the same thing to some people. Not so, friends. If I knew this baby would take her sweet time and not arrive until May 16 (the doctors won't let me go past that without induction), I would most certainly put off that load of laundry.
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