I got the crib all made up yesterday. It made me cry. I'm so excited to have two little babies in my house. I think there is nothing in the world I love more than an infant. But I am so not ready. It still seems so unreal to me.

When I pass by the mirror, I laugh at myself. Mike keeps using the word caricature. I guess that is appropriate, except that it is my head and legs that are disproportionately tiny.

I am not having the baby on the 16th after all because the hospital will only schedule so many c-sections a day. The doctor went ahead and scheduled me for the 11th, but I am not comfortable with that. I want at least another weekend to have a chance to deliver them normally. I suggested to the receptionist that we could fake an emergency c-section. She smiled over the phone and suggested I talk to the Doctor about that when I see him on the ninth.

Consie arrived last night. Today we have set a wonderfully slow pace for ourselves. We have managed to tidy things up a bit without undue strain. Consie is still recovering from an accident where she broke her neck and arm. She is certainly more functional than I am, at this point.

We are having a good time.