Being overdue

Here's a video of a woman dancing herself into labor at just over 40 weeks, while pregnant with twins.

I've been there. Well, not the twins part. And I certainly wouldn't choose the Black-Eyed Peas to dance to. (I am a complete and utter music snob, and I hate the Black-Eyed Peas more than I hate Coldplay.)

But my 13-year-old came 20 days "late." It was more that it wasn't a good due date, which I told the OBs from Day 1. In fact, that's what started my habit of "answering the question they want to know rather than the one they're actually asking."

You see, they calculate the baby's due date by asking you the first day of your last menstrual period, and they assume that the baby is conceived about two weeks after that.

For those of us who know when we ovulate (the whole Catholic thing) and who know that it wasn't on that magical two-weeks-later date, the due date is then completely wrong. I've conceived babies more than a month after the doctors would expect as well as earlier.

So, ever since the debacle of 20 days "late" Baby No. 2, I take my ovulation date and subtract two weeks, give that date to the docs -- and then I get a more accurate "due date." All my other children have been born within in a couple of days of their date.

I'm hoping, though, that I won't have to do any baby dances.