With my first the LMP gave me one due date but I knew the conception date without a doubt and both ultrasound and conception date gave me a Nov. 7th due date. LMP gave me a November 10th due date. He was the one born too early though, he came on June 17th.
My 2nd my LMP gave me July 11th and my ultrasound gave me July 10th so that was close too. She came June 24th.
Declan... oh my, his was crazy. LMP gave me a due date of Nov. 3rd. We were kind of excited because Caitrin was due on either my grandma's birthday or Sean's grandma's birthday (the 10th and 11th of July as mentioned) so we thought it was cool that Declan was due on my MIL's birthday. When I had my first ultrasound I was told I given a due date of Nov. 17th. I STILL can't figure that one out. If that due date was correct then I actually found out I was pregnant just a couple of days past ovulation which is pretty much impossible, right? So, anyway, the next ultrasound gave me a due date of October 30th. This was how it went with his pregnancy. I had 3 doctors involved too. My family practitioner took care of all the routine pregnancy stuff. My perinatologist did the testing they do (for defects) and placed my cervical cerclage. The OB/GYN was on hand to perform the c-section since my GP can't do surgery and my peri is out of state. So, the peri had one due date for me, GP had another due date for me and OB had yet another. When I first met with OB to schedule the c-section he had the October 30th due date. I figured, okay, its close enough to Nov. 2nd we'd just go with it. He scheduled my c-section for October 22nd.
So... October 22nd rolls around and I go in for my scheduled c-section. They do all the prep work and have me pretty much ready for the epidural when OB rushes in to the room. He is freaked out because he JUST got a fax from my peri with the Nov. 17 due date. He starts telling me over and over "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" and says he can't in good conscience deliver the baby that day because it would mean a preemie given the Nov. 17th date. I explained to him how we had a million different dates throughout the pregnancy and that, to be honest, I wasn't sure which one was most accurate. He said that the 17th one would be most accurate since it was the 1st one (when I thought I was 7 weeks pregnant but according to ultrasound I was 5 weeks pregnant, which, like I said is really odd because I had gotten a positive HPT over 3 weeks prior to that) and babies grow at different rates later in pregnancy, etc. He apologized profusely several more times and rescheduled my c-section for November 10th.
Talk about a crazy 'false labor'. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. I was suddenly really freaked out about the fact that we might well have taken the baby 3 weeks early but I still wasn't sure which date I believed was right. We were just frustrated all around. I was beyond miserable... my feet were swollen to the point I could barely walk, etc. We picked my daughter up from my grandma's house and she cried and cried. She thought we weren't going to get a baby anymore. LOL
Anyway, November 8th I went in to labor on my own, 2 days before the scheduled c-section. He was born at 6lbs 15oz, 5 oz smaller than his sister who was born at 37 weeks. Given that I kind of have to believe that his due date probably was closer to the early due date and that they had just caught him during growth spurts after that. The doctor and nurses also felt strongly that he was a 38 weeker.