Due Dates

Where for art thou fair Turtles? That is the question we keep asking ourselves since it appears they are really in no rush to come out. Monday, March 9th is my official due date and I am starting to think that they might actually wait until then. Or, even more horrifying, come out after that date. Is that even possible? I mean, I saw two babies on the ultrasound. What the heck is taking soooo long? Is this normal?!

I've always believed that our bodies don't function independently of our minds so it stands to reason that they haven't come out because I haven't felt ready for them to. There have always been just a few more things to do even though I am really tired of carrying around these extra 40 pounds. (Not to mention the somewhat unsettling feeling of having my belly rest on my thighs when I sit down.) For the last two weeks, I've just kept thinking of reasons to wait-- the car, the laundry, the snowstorm.

Well, after 2.5 hours at the DMV this morning to register our new car, I can officially say that I am ready! There aren't any more errands. The house isn't going to get any cleaner. I am done-physically, mentally, domestically. D-O-N-E. Do you hear that Turtles?!

Comments

  1. SnickolletMarch 4, 2009 at 1:25 PM

    Come on out, Turtles! So many people are excited to meet you!

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  2. abernierMarch 4, 2009 at 10:32 PM

    Let the chanting begin! TURTLES! TURTLES! TURTLES! TURTLES!

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