Hey, it's March!

Living in my little bubble it's easy to stop paying attention to dates. But Jason pointed out to me that it's March, which is very encouraging for #2.

See, when Juliana was born, my due date was August 16. She arrived on May 31. No matter how you slice it, there's a looooong way between those two dates. But I kept hoping (fairly irrationally) that she would stay in until June 1, because the gap between June and August didn't sound as bad as the gap between May and August.

No such luck, she came early when she wanted to. (Which is kind of ironic considering these days we can barely pry her out of her crib with a crowbar to get her to school.)

But now, with #2, whenever he/she does show up, at worst we can say that the due date was April, born in March. See, sounds much better, doesn't it?

Ah, the mental games we play to make ourselves feel less out-of-control....