BEYOND FRUSTRATED

I know I am not always the most patient person. I know I tend to obsess over things. But right now, I think I'm entitled. We have an induction scheduled for Tuesday and are awaiting ANY type of word as to whether or not Charles will be able to delay his departure (sched for Wed) for a few days so he can be here to make sure the babies and I are safe/healthy AND bring us home to settle in.
I think I have reached my limit for not knowing anything, EVER. I am so tired of wondering if the good of my family will be important to someone else. I am tired of everyone telling me things will be fine. I am TIRED TIRED TIRED OF PLATITUDES. I AM GIVING BIRTH to 2 PEOPLE. I am doubling my number of children in one fell swoop. I AM ONLY ONE PERSON. And I am not nice when I am tired. So you can see why I worry. AND, to top it off, we are moving cross country in 4 months and the list for housing is long. AND they seem to think we only need a 3 bedroom house. I'm sorry, DID YOU NOTICE THE NUMBER OF CHILDREN I HAVE? I DO not intend to cram my family into 1200 square feet. Oh, i digress...
I know the Lord will provide what we need and what is best for our family, but it sure as heck doesn't make me any less irritable, pregnant or TIRED.
Venting is good. A drink or childbirth ( WITH MY HUSBAND PRESENT) would be better.
Funny, I got a good night's sleep last night (had to take ambien to get it,) and I have been positive all day. I'm just at the point of having to go to bed and hoping that if I do sleep I'm not dreaming of this all night.
SO, in a nutshell. Pray we hear some good news regarding Charles departure delay. Pray we have 2 healthy babies on Tuesday. Pray I don't lose it. In short... Pray.

Love,
tiff
p.s. I do NOT know what we are naming them. They weigh 5 lb 12 oz (boy) and 6 lb 1 oz (girl,) I could take out a city block with my belly (according to Uncle Ted) but you cannot tell I'm preggers from behind, my belly is pretty much numb and I only have one pair of pants that don't make me feel like I'm going to pee myself AND I have NOT one shirt that actually covers my belly.
oh, happy day!
p.p.s. I do appreciate everyone's support and kind words thus far, I have just reached my internal temp of DONE. :-)

I am not a HOUSE...

35 weeks and COUNTING.
I am posting these lovely (haha) pictures to dispel the myth that I am bigger than a house. Apparently I look like a small dwelling in the green dress.
And yes, the belly is big, but there are TWO in there!



And no. Our children have no names. I figure I'll just wing it.
(kidding. just have no time to decide. or rather, my brain no longer works,
so I might just go with Ben and Jeri.)