The 37 week mark came and went, so three of us are out of the running for the guessing game prize.
Today is gail's day of choice, and we've got another six hours to go. She tends to do very well in competitions, so I'm not ruling it out yet...but so far, no go.
Next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are all claimed dates too, so we'll see.
The midwife who irks me thinks I have at least another week, if not longer, but I don't trust her. After all, even after the ridiculous ultrasound experience (providing concrete proof!), she STILL isn't convinced about position (a known factor) but she's very certain of the arrival date (a total unknown).
Markus still thinks boy close to the due date (in the 20s somewhere), so we'll just keep waiting.