Ok, admit it, how may of you simply clicked over here to see if indeed there was another little prince or princess on its way to join the Royal Family? How many of you are frustrated family members or friends who thought, “Um Cherie, a phone call would be nice?!”
Before this post rambles any further, I am NOT pregnant but I’ve been feeling pregnant {about 9 months pregnant to be precise} lately. Let me explain.
You see we are SO close to the end of our debt slaying journey. The debt dragon is staggering for its breath in our backyard. And yet, it won’t give up the ghost. It still has some life in it. We’ve paid off $119,901.04 since April 2008 {can someone just give us $89.96 already?} and we have ~ 3 months left of debt slaying to do barring any tragedy or catastrophe. We owe about 6% of our total debt now. Seriously, the. end. is. in. sight. {BOOM}. It’s a day that I thought would never come AND it is SO close at hand.
But let’s just say I’m a little anxious. Ok, things are a whole new level of crazy around here. We’re at Frugal-Con 5, people. And it seems like it was much easier owing $25K than the remainder {which well under $10K} we have right now. I was sharing this angst with my dear friend Lady Tricia on the phone the other day {you really should have friends you can share your journey with, Lords and Ladies} and she quickly remarked, “Oh Cherie {she doesn’t call me the Queen, just Cherie}, it’s just like the last month of pregnancy.”
Yep, it is like the last month of pregnancy. I feel uncomfortable, Money Saving Lords and Ladies. I’m anxious for the day of delivery to arrive. I want so badly to hold in my hands something that has been growing inside of me for literally years {so maybe it’s an elephant pregnancy}. I find it hard to breathe. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night. And I’m busying myself with preparations for the day of little Freedom’s arrival. Plus I pee a lot {maybe that one doesn’t have anything to do with paying off our debt}.
I have been furiously filling out our family calendars and my personal calendar lately. At the top of each month is marked “3 More Months!” or “2 More Months!” and breathtakingly “1 More Month!” And in bold letters, always the phrase “NO EXTRAS!” You see from where I’m standing, no extra is worth being free a day too soon. No extra is going to delay delivery of this baby. No extra is worth the pay off. And as each day passes on the calendar, I’m figuratively marking them off in my head, with longing expectation. Counting down to an unsure day of expectancy in the very near future.
But in the meantime, I’ll be the one nesting and maybe learning how to knit or something.
