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Charlie reaches his due date today.
When he was still in the hospital, I used that fact to protest every inequity, no matter how picayune. My indignation knew no bounds. "What do they mean, no turn on red?" I'd exclaim, shaking my fist righteously at a road sign. "Don't they know my kid's in the hospital?!"
Since then, I've cut him all kinds of slack after all, he was still technically early, even though we'd have had him at 36 weeks if everything had gone according to plan. "Well, of course he doesn't like being bathed!" I'd croon, getting all up in his face, scaring the tiny bejesus out of him. "He isn't even born yet!"
Now there are no more excuses. 40 weeks gestation today.