Monday, January 26, 2004

Any Time

Really. Any time they want to come out is fine with me. I passed the magic 37 week mark yesterday and all I can say is I fucking hate being pregnant, especially with twins, and I want them out of me now. NOW. Of course Brian wants them to stay in there and cook and be 8 pounds each because apparently he hates me and wants me to live in agony for the next three weeks. No, that's not fair, he wants big healthy babies but he's just a worrier. They'd be fine. Me, I want them out -- and I would love to have them out before my mother gets here, on Thursday.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, my mother is coming on Thursday.

The business is all set -- I have good coverage finally. The kids are all relatively healthy. I'm ready.

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