Monthly Archives: December 2010

36 weeks

Ok, guys.  If you were waiting for an official invitation to come out……let me take this moment to officially invite you to come out.  Seriously.  I’m not kidding.  I’m beginning to think you’re worse than Clementine when she gets wind of an impending bath – battening down the hatches cause it’s going to take nothing but sheer force to drag you out of your hidey hole.  I promise you’ll like it once you get here.  Change is good!

Pregnancy naustalgia is falling to the wayside to be replaced by an end of pregnancy discomfort that I never imagined one could feel.  I think women friends conspire to leave out these little details because it’s too depressing for the impending mommy.  I literally have to pee about every half an hour and in the words of your dad, “Your hands and feet look like creme filled snausages.”  Sexy.  We have completed about 18 of the 29 ways to start labor tricks.  Honestly, I’m losing hope in this already.  You guys don’t seem to be affected in the least by all our shenanigans.  I even galloped around the house like an idiotic horse for about 10 minutes…………..ridiculous and shameful desperation.

Both of your Grandma’s are here now too.  They came in for the big show.  Starting to kind of feel like we’ve all gotten dressed up for prom and then got ditched by our dates around here.  But we’ve cheerfully added them to the Ultimate Humiliation contest while we wait.

Had another appointment with the doctor this week and had our c-section rescheduled to the 6th now so it’s potential that your birthday just got shifted a day later for the rest of your lives.  Still hope we don’t make it that far but at least that extra day skated us out of getting an amniocentisis done.  Big needle going into my belly = horrific.  Have I ever mentioned to you my paralyzing fear of needles?  Bad news for me is that she said you two are nowhere close to coming out.  You must really like it in there.

Did I mention we have tamales straight  from the cart out here………eh? Eh?

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35 weeks

Let me preface this post with a disclaimer.

The above photo is NOT my idea.  I have seen this concept shot 500 different times by 500 different photographers.  The PC term for this in the photo world is to say that I was “inspired” but here at The Letter B Photography we like to call a spade a spade………we totally ripped someone else’s awesome idea off.  I’ve never used this idea for a client shoot: because I have a hard time taking “inspiration” that far but I always knew that when we finally decided to flood the world with our own spawn that this photo would be happening.  I love it and bravo to whoever you are Mr. Original Photographer for coming up with this.  It’s awesome and so are you……….probably!

Ok.  Back to business.

35 weeks!  Whoop, whoop!  That means that we are a measly 7 days away from a full term twin pregnancy.  I feel almost as accomplished and proud for making it this far as I did the day I correctly answered Prague for the capital of Czech Republic in an oral pop quiz 5th grade Geography class.

Twin A, you have dropped really low this week (anatomically speaking) and have made walking and sitting quite the adventure.  I think the pregnancy waddle is now a permanent part of our ever expanding vocabulary.  This combined with all those fun Braxton Hick’s contractions makes me hope that maybe we’re not too far off after all.  And on a side note let me just say, if these are practice contractions, I am so happy that I will not be able to share in the joyful experience of the real thing.  Yikes!  Anyways………we need you to stay in for about one and a half more weeks and then we are going to be asking you to kindly get out.  I’ve already Googled the 29 Ways to Start Labor Naturally………….and I’m not scared to use them.  Well, other then the castor oil trick……..I think we’ll be passing on that one.

This week we finally got to have the Good Doctor back.  Praise Jesus!  It’s funny how much I appreciate this icy woman after suffering through two horrific appointments with Dr. Evil.  I could have literally kissed her when she offered me some antibiotics for our blasted cold!  I am excited to hopefully be over that hot mess – it was starting to be a real downer.  She said you still look great and have wonderful little heartbeats.  But despite my fervent requests to have the c-section scheduled by the end of the year she sadly would not accommodate and set the BIG day for January 5th.  I have to be honest…….I REALLY hope that this symbiotic relationship does not last that long…and I also hope that we can just go into labor like everyone else in the world gets to everyday.  For some reason, having a scheduled c-section makes me feel like a lot of the fun/magic is taken out of it.  Almost like going to the dentist or getting your driver’s license renewed.  Your dad is driving me nuts lately because he refuses to join me in my many impending parenthood freak outs and just keeps mumbling “Que sera, sera” in a very mocking voice.  This makes me want to choke him even though I know he’s fundamentally right.

Speaking of Mr. Dad.  This time of year and your impending birth brings up a lot of really bittersweet emotions for us.  Just two years ago this week we were in the middle of probably the bleakest and most hopeless periods of our lives (so far and hopefully ever).  The below photo was taken as we were being discharged from the hospital after chemotherapy round 3 and your dad was in pretty tough shape.  Don’t let his cheery smile fool you, he was like death warmed over.

It’s amazing to me how much life can change in such a short amount of time.  Two years ago we were in the middle of medical hell and thought that children would never even be an option for us and now we’re healthy and happy and hopefully days way from meeting you two wonderful little people.  I feel as though our lives really couldn’t get any better than they are right now.

What’s that saying about cups running over………

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33/34 Weeks

We’re getting so close!  Literally down to being able to count days now………….

Unfortunately, we’ve still been plagued by the incessant and horrible cough this week but the good news is that the PUPPPS is gone; and if I had to choose one to leave, that would have definitely been it.  Thank you to Grandpa’s Tar Pine Soap, Tea Tree Oil and anti-itch creams.  I couldn’t have done it without you.

We went in for another ultrasound this week to make sure you guys are still growing like little champions.  It was awesome.  By far one of the best ultrasounds we’ve had so far.  We had a new tech and she showed us all sorts of cool stuff going on in your little secret abode.  You’re in there hanging out like ying and yang and we got to see one of you rubbing the other ones head with your cute little baby toes and also got to see that you both have hair!  You are still chubby bunnies too, measuring in at 5lbs 4oz and 4 lbs 10 oz respectively.  This is good.  We’re hoping you both will be well over 6 lbs by D-day.

The time has been passing pretty slowly lately………twidling the thumbs seems to be making things worse.  To try to pass the time, your dad and I have staged the “Ultimate Humiliation” contest in your room.  This competition is a bare knuckled death match gaming contest consisting of Connect Four, Checkers, Yahtzee, staring and arm wrestling.  Whoever has the most wins by the time you’re born is the Ultimate Victor.

And lastly, drum roll please…………..WE HAVE FINISHED YOUR NURSERY!  Finally!  I was beginning to think I would never actually get it done by the time you got here.  I hope you like it and have a lot of fun in there.  Our favorite part is the chalkboard wall and I can’t wait to see you guys coloring on it someday.

Now we just need you two to show up for the party.  T minus 10 days and counting……..

As this pregnancy really starts to enter its’ last days I find myself really excited (almost unbearably so) but at the same time kind of sad.  We’ve had so much fun with you guys through this and have really loved every second of being pregnant and I know that someday, probably many many years from now, I’ll wish more than anything that I could be back here at this moment with you again.  So I’m really trying to soak it in while I still can.  Yes, I’m exhausted, yes, my back hurts, yes, you re-nigged on our stretch mark truce, yes, my toes look like chubby little sausages for no explicable reason – but I wouldn’t trade any of it because I know exactly how lucky we are that we were even able to be here and how close we came to you never happening for us.

We love you both so much already and can’t wait to meet you and show you how wonderful and strange and beautiful and complicated and good this world can be.

See you soon!

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