There was a television show called Criswell Predicts that my Mother would always watch, and it always grabbed my attention. Criswell would make outrageous predictions, sometimes about alien invasions, sometimes about the end of the world, but the predictions were always colorful and eccentric. Most of Criswells's predictions never did come true, but he never seemed to care that they were inaccurate.
As my Mother grew in girth, I decided to be like Criswell and predict my Mother's due date. She was due in late September. I didn't think about it very long, but I decided very quickly, then announced to my Mother that the baby would be born on October 13th. My Mother groaned and claimed she would have to force the child out if it waited that long to be born.