There are so many days in May that something important for the family is happening (6th: my birthday; 20th, our wedding anniversary; 27th, my father's birthday, to name the three biggest ones), that I'm resigned to the baby possibly sharing one of those days, and really, three days out of 31 isn't too many to worry about if you care about avoiding them (which I don't). If you start talking to our friends, though, all of a sudden May turns into a minefield of dates to shoot for or avoid; it seems like almost everyone I know has something special going on in May, and they're mostly birthdays. Right now, though, the immediate minefield is all the events our two families have going on. My father is going to be gone from Thursday-Saturday this week; my SIL is busy with high school senior stuff and is hoping I won't go into labor when she's in the middle of an AP test; two of my friends are coming over tonight to help paint the guest/baby's room and do a belly cast; if I waited until everyone was prepared, it'd be at least early June. All I care about is that I made it to my goal date: last Thursday was my husband's final for his last Master's class (he still has his thesis to finish, but woot!), so baby gets to decide when she/he wants to appear now! Anytime is fine with me and DH.
Oh, and my mother is an absolute sweetheart so I thought this was funny: when I was out at their place yesterday for Mother's Day, I started singing "here comes the bride; short, fat, and wide" (for no reason in particular), and she said "well, you're not short!". Thanks, Mom!

(I am actually not very tall, but I'm 3" taller than she is.) It made me smile. I'm probably one of those pregnant women that everyone hates, because I'm actually feeling pretty good still, and have for most of the pregnancy.

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