My midwife said that the sonogram I did a little while ago determined that they were off with my due date... They now say I'm due 11 days later than they had initially predicted. Meh. No biggie. As uncomfortable as this pregnancy is, I'm sure it'll be worth it if this kid is half as amazing as the last one we produced. Otherwise I'm going to have to go all Dickensian on her ass and shove her up chimneys for a living to compensate.
I'm beginning to feel good about how much I praise my daughter and how my positive attitude is rubbing off on her. On a daily basis, she tells me what a great job I'm doing when I correctly identify all my farm animals, eat my food, and wipe my bottom then wash my hands after using the facilities. It's funny how little shame you've got left after producing offspring because I don't even bat an eyelid when she loudly asks me if I plan on "pooping" when we're in a public toilet and a gaggle of women overhear her. I just politely thank her when she offers to get me a sticker for "using the potty like a big girl".