My good friend MLS — who at this point must be staring at her pregnant belly and yelling, “Get the @$%& out!!” — wrote something today that made me howl:
“I’d like to compare how I am currently feeling, to what I imagine a small boy whould feel like who was just told by the school bully to meet him by the flagpole after class for a beating…Waiting is almost worse that the actual butt-kicking you are about to receive.”
She was due over a week ago; I was hoping she’d hold out until the 30th so her baby could share my birthday, but that date’s come and gone. Maybe she’ll match me in another way: I was 28 days overdue. Just kidding, M; I’m sure my mother wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Not only was I late, I was more than eleven pounds.
[tags]overdue babies, giant babies, giant overdue babies[/tags]
Skirl | Dan Dickinson 
28 days over due…that’s insane. Interesting that you didn’t turn out to be one of those chronically late people.
Those people drive me crazy. Next to smoking, that’s the biggest early indicator I have that someone’s an asshole.
uh oh…I think I might be one of those people…I prefer schedule estimation challenged…good thing GB keeps me in line
ironically, I was 3 weeks early for my birth!
“schedule estimation challenged”! that’s funny!
I prefer to think of myself as “tardiness patience challenged.”
I was nick named #1 because I am anal and I think it stems from my issues with fretting about being late all the time.
I fret too, but not as much as Nellie. For example, I like to get to the airport early, whereas she likes to get there so early they haven’t assigned a gate yet.