I am telling you for the last time, the baby is due on November 27. Actually, it has been me who has been reminding you of the due date, but what I haven't been telling you is that lately, 90 percent of the people calling us are just checking up on us so we haven't gone and had a baby without telling them.
And I so understand it. And we do like the fact that people care. So, I promise you here, that when the time comes, you will be the first to know. Check this space for updates. It's just that .. we're pretty anxious to see the baby, too.
Get this: Only 4 percent of babies are born on the "due date." Four percent? What's that? That's nothing! That's a lousy guess at best. It's not even a guess, it's not even a ballpark figure, it's .. a ballpark parking lot figure. Let's say, for argument's sake, that human pregnancy, in theory, is 40 weeks long. And let's say, in theory, that we know approximately when the woman has been impregnated. Now, how long a period would you have to choose to be able to nail down the right date with a four percent chance? 25 days? So, what? Basically, you get the right month?
Why do they even tell you a date? We would have been just as happy with "late November." This date system just puts too much pressure on one day. And the baby. So, forget "one day ovedue" babies, there is no such thing.
Besides, Hilda's not due until next Wednesday at 3.30 p.m.
