Late.

 

Well, I’m still pregnant, folks.

My due date was on Monday, yet here I sit.

Here WE sit.

I have an induction date set for Sunday-

but I really (really, really, really) hope he decides to come out sooner, and on his own!

I kind of expected this time to be a bit different,

I imagined myself pausing in the garden (we have no garden), resting a hand on my stomach, and gazing at the changing leaves while contracting and contemplating the changes in my body and in the season.

Instead I am pretty much the biggest grump that you have ever met (especially after 4pm- my own special witching hour! Hooray for Brian!), and I spend my free time looking for fall wreaths? and garlands? on etsy? Am I communicating that I am puzzled by this time sink just like you?

The good news is no one asks about twins anymore.  Apparently, I look appropriately humongous miserable for “2 days late.”

While pushing two children (that I lifted in) and a cart full of Costco groceries.  Because I am still kind of a stud.

At least until 4 pm.