After our week 35 appointment today, we got the (semi) official word. It looks like Collin is still butt-down. Therfore, we're going ahead and scheduling a C-section for October 30.

I had been vocally holding out for October 31st, but when given the choice between the 30th and the 31st, I fugured that not making our children suffer all of the "devil-children" jokes they'd get would probably be ok.

Their birthdays are, however, close enough to Halloween that we can guarantee that they can trick-or-treat AND still have a kick-ass costume party every year on their birthdays.

What? NO! I'm not trying to relive my unpopular adolescence by thinking about throwing high school bashes for our children in fifteen years! I'd never try to displace my own anxieties onto their lives! I'd never try to impress their friends with creative costumes as a way of making up for the fact that I couldn't impress my own high school friends with such coolness!

Oh God. I'm gonna need therapy for the rest of my life.