Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.


Happy due date to me! Yay.

The girls and I drew this chart on the whiteboard as a visual representation of the uncertainty that is waiting for a baby to be born. They came downstairs this morning and realized that today was the due date (circled in yellow), but I told them that as far as I could tell, Sasha 3.0 wasn't going to be born today.

A few minutes later, Miriam ran into the kitchen to tell me, "I guess one of your babies was born early [Miriam], one was born on time [Magdalena], and one will be late!"

She's right, of course, and the way that she said it has put a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

We'll see how long that smile lasts.

September 27th, outsourced