Megxit
Well, that's what the baby will be doing.
Seems like the 'it's a fake bump and surrogate' people have disappeared along with the 'she forced him to marry her because she said she was pregnant' shit, at least.
I think if anybody were remotely interested in when I gave birth, I'd actually give a due date of a few weeks later, just so I didn't have the constant 'haven't you had that yet?' bollocks I had with Offspring #2.
Having the very scientific odds of 50:50, I'll guess it's a girl, but whatever happens, she'll have barely managed to sit down without wincing before the press will be going about when number two is going to be on its way - just more so if it isn't a boy.
IIRC, the best indication of sometime in the next couple of weeks being Megxit Day is if her bump drops due to the head engaging. Although I never experienced it myself, as said #2 was so bloody long that she stayed wedged right where she was until she practically grew out of me at just a smidge before 41 weeks.
At least I could come out of hospital looking like fucking shit in trackie bottoms and a T-shirt, but shit that had been able to have a shower, rather than be expected to balance on stilettos in some twatty dress, do hair, nails, makeup and look as though I'd never carried anything heavier than a lettuce leaf and three slices of cucumber. I don't envy anybody that expectation.