Later I'm going to be posting a super quick giveaway of Leila's new book The Little Oratory bundled together with Father of the Family for Father's Day (it'll close on the 10th so there will be time for it to get to you) but first lemme get the not-so-important bizniss of the prominent potentially 41 week belleh out of the way, especially for any of you wishing/hoping/praying that he has already made his exit after Tuesday night's adventure of badness.
Of course I gotta put in my disclaimer that MAYBE I am only 39 weeks, and after all this back and forth with modern technology and measuring tapes trying to tell me that women are too dumb to understand how their bodies work that my dates were the right ones all along, ohmygoshshootme. Once he arrives, if he is mucho larger than all my other kids, we will know that he was just really stubborn and comfortable and late. If, on the other hand, he weighs in the high 7s/low 8s, we will know that ultrasounds best shut they mouths in the presence of a woman who knows NFP. Boom.