Overdue and overdone...

I am officially 40 weeks and 3 days. A far too lengthy pregnancy in my opinion. Chris and I went for my final ultrasound and nonstress test today. Everything looks good. The baby is doing well, fluid is good, and she seems to be looking like me or at least that is what Chris thinks. Every ultrasound tends to paint a different picture so one can never know for sure. The biggest news of the appointment was that our child is a giant. I called a few family members to take a poll on birth weights. The results are as follows: Chris--8 pounds, 0 oz.; Mom--8 pounds, 2 oz.; Dad--8 pounds, 10 oz.; & Lisa--8 pounds, 13 oz. When Chris told me his guess first, I about kicked him. Talk about pain!! Anyway, to our surprise or sadness (depending on who you are talking about), the doctor informed us that I am carrying a 9 pound, 3 oz. baby. Yay! I will be birthing a watermelon! He, of course, told us that the measurement isn't necessarily 100% accurate, but more or less an estimate based on head & stomach circumference, as well as the length of the femur. We'll see. I am 2, nearly 3 cm. dilated and 90% effaced. I have an induction scheduled on Friday the 13th in case I don't labor naturally. This brings me to the next point--Friday the 13th??!! Chris and I already feel that we are naturally unlucky, so are we predisposing our child to the same misfortune?? Time will tell.