Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment. To dumb it down, Austrian physicist Schrödinger presents a scenario where a cat may be alive or dead, depending on an earlier random event. Until you observe the cat to actually see whether it is alive or dead, you have to assume it's simultaneously alive and dead.
We didn't find out if our baby is a boy or girl. It doesn't bother me at all because until baby comes out and we can see if it's a boy or girl, we get to assume it's both a boy and a girl and have all the fun of anticipating both for 9 months. Our baby is Schrödinger's cat.
We really have no indication of whether baby is a boy or girl. No feelings, dreams, inclinations, or preferences sway us one way or another. We really just want a healthy baby. We're prepared for both and will be happy with either. I'm really glad I don't get to pick. I have a hard enough time deciding what to eat for lunch. BTW, we think all the tips, tricks, and old wives tales for guessing are BS, so don't even go there.
I'm at 37.5 weeks, so baby is full term and may show up anytime between now and Spring Break. Five weeks is a huge margin for normal delivery timing. It's 12.5% of the length of an average pregnancy. It boggles my mind. Baby is all ready to go. S/he's been head down since about 19 weeks and dropped over 2 weeks ago if my bladder is a reliable indicator. This is my husband's child for sure. He's always prepared for everything well in advance. Even if his exit isn't for miles he'll get in the right hand lane even if traffic is slower there just to be ready. He joked last week that baby simply identified the exit and got in the right lane early. I laughed so hard from the truth of the statement I almost coughed up a lung.
I've been so sick the last couple weeks. I was doing so well and then bam! Worst cold of my life. All those things people say about how miserable it is to be sick and pregnant are all true. Comes on easier, stronger, and stays around longer. Not cool. My only consolation is supposing that all this coughing has helped strengthen my sorry abdominal muscles and will aid in delivery. I'm happy to report I'm finally feeling much better.
I was sick over my birthday this year. Which is fine because per usual, my husband had to work that night. Not like I would have spent my evening any different if he hadn't. I've pretty much spent the last 10 evenings on the couch watching the Olympics, blowing my nose, and getting up to pee during every commercial break and/or special athlete highlight. I did get to have a little fun. We went out to breakfast (I had bacon pancakes. BACON PANCAKES.) after a morning prenatal appointment, my coworker brought me cake and flowers at work, and I got a email birthday greeting from my local dentist.
Don't ask me how old I am. I legitimately can't remember most of the time and having a birthday just complicated it.
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