Nothing like a little Jimmy Buffett to start the day don't you think?
It was either that or the Scorpions, "Here I am...Rock You like a Hurricane." I prefer the first to the latter.
Why the song selections?
Well, a few weeks back I casually mentioned to my mother that I was very happy to not have the added stress of worrying about a blizzard coinciding with going into labor. We've been lucky in that sense.
The Boy's birthday is in July. Hubby and I both have December birthdays. Hubby and I both dislike having December birthdays. As an adult it seems petty and juvenile, but as a kid a December birthday really stinks and that sort of sticks with you.
There's the presents wrapped in Christmas paper. There's the presents wrapped in Christmas paper turned inside out...an appreciated improvement, but still the same. There's the "combo" Christmas/Birthday present. There's the threat of snow canceling your party. There's the threat of flu season canceling your party. The party is really a pain in the butt for everyone anyhow because they are all strung out from the stress of the holiday season and it is just one more thing to do. Then there is the concept that everything happens at once and you are left to wait an entire year for your fun to come around again. Neither of us has ever enjoyed the December birthday. To add insult to injury after spending our lives sharing our birthday spotlight with the birth of the Baby Jesus, we must now share it with each other. Our birthdays are four days apart. We now get one cake with both our names on it. I digress.
So for all of the above reasons we REALLY wanted a baby with a summer birthday. We were lucky enough to have all the stars align for us the first time and it worked out quite well. We both live vicariously through his birthday and it has become "birthday week celebration" with several outdoor pool parties, trips to the beach and lots of summer fun with a birthday flair. The lack of a blizzard causing me to deliver him on the side of the highway was an added bonus.
When it came to baby #2 (which incidentally is materializing into babies #2 and #3) we couldn't be as picky. The first year of 'trying' we did take a hiatus during the months that would lead to a December - February birth, but after that you realize beggars can't be choosers and get on with it.
Our ideal choice for the birth of #2 was October. Again this is to live vicariously through the child(ren), but how much fun does a fall/Halloween birthday theme sound? I love a good theme and pictured costume parties, bobbing for apples, pumpkin carving...you get the idea. Again, it seemed luck was on our side because my due date is in October.
BUT...
Twins make things a little different. The official due date means nothing as the doctors won't let them bake that long so these two are slighted to be "September" babies (although there is a chance they will decide on their own to be August babies, but we are hoping that is not the case).
The timing kind of stinks as a teacher (well an OCD teacher with major control issues anyhow...some teachers wouldn't mind). But, more than anything I am just happy to be having these babies and am VERY happy to not have to worry about the weather being an issue. Or so I thought.
As I mentioned my happiness over the fact that a blizzard is highly unlikely my mother burst my bubble. She felt the need to quickly point out that these two are coming smack dab in the eye of hurricane season. Granted we aren't living in the Caribbean or Florida (much to my dismay), but hurricanes have been known to hit.
So here I am watching the weather and tracking Bill and his tropical storm friends. I'm tryin to shake the mental picture of fallen trees and power lines surrounding my house as I give birth by candlelight at home.
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