Three more weeks (+/-).
Here's how I make sure the baby doesn't come early:
I don't have a car seat ready. I haven't bought diapers or wipes or binkys.
Here's how I make that plan backfire:
Jed set up the crib and we washed all the boy clothes, blankets and burp cloths.
Or maybe it's the reverse of the above. Maybe because I don't have diapers, the baby will come early. Or maybe because the crib is set up, the baby will be late.
And my newest fear:
While walking around looking super pregnant I start getting paranoid that weirdos are going to kidnap me and cut the baby from my belly. I think I read bizarre news headlines too often, and watched too many made for TV movies in the 90s.