It’s official: I am overdue. Just like a library book racking up fees while it hides under the couch. Except that I do not fit into sneaky, skinny spaces so much, and no one is forgetting about the deadline that we passed. Except maybe the baby. Maybe she forgot? Maybe she is frantically trying to throw on another pound before she feels ready. But in truth, being overdue is not so bad. I can feel free to lie down on the couch in the morning and doze off, waking periodically to give the kids more pretzels while they watch cartoons. When else would we consider that sort of mothering par for the course? I also like the feeling that we are coming up on a real finish line (instead of this illusive one we already passed). The end really, really, really must be near now! Compared to the last time I was pregnant, I don’t even feel all that weighed down!
I have a little window here to do some things that I had not gotten done before the due date. So far I have started to knit a pair of baby socks, bought new earrings and make up (including the new Clinique de-puffing eye serum which I expect to need), repainted my toe-nails (I can actually do this myself this time), and even scheduled a hair appointment. Now, all we really need is the star of the show! Ok – I can’t help myself – here is a comparison of bellies between this time and last time. Neither are good pictures, but the one from the twins is so funny to me now, especially because it is sort of a picture of a belly-mountain with my head on top. The expression is really one of smiling, blank abandon. I bet I looked like that a lot back then! Also, the recent picture is taken of me a couple days overdue, while the one with the twins was taken when I was 36 weeks or so! (Note: Let this be a personal warning to any expectant mothers of twins . . . never wear a turtleneck and expect good results. Also, black is not always slimming.)
Here we are now. 3 days overdue.
And now – brace yourselves – here comes the one of me 4 weeks early with the twins.