Ack! Where'd that come from!?

I've mulled around the occasional sad thought recently, that I should be hugely pregnant and ready to give birth to a daughter sometime soon.
While entering my useless information onto FutilityFriend today, and gazing at their "enhanced" options for analyzing various aspects of my cooter functions, I accidentally hit a button that whisked me straight to pregnancy tracker. And lo, it 'twas bestowed on her that today is none other than the day where, had her dead fetus lived, would have been the same age that Nicholas was when he was born. Dead.
Happy 34w6d, my babies. Love, Mom.