Less than 3 weeks to go. Less than 3 weeks to that magic date that often passes without anyone making an appearance. I gave up telling people the actual due dates of my babies long ago. Having that date out there seemed to create an enormous pressure or expectation to perform; to deliver on the day. So I am due sometime in the next 2 to 3 weeks. On a day, any old day that this baby chooses to arrive. Of course, deep down, I wish I knew when that would be. I wish I knew the date when the baby will send that secret message to my brain to get things moving. Then I would know when I should have the painting finished and the windows washed and my legs freshly shaved.