I Should Be Folding Laundry

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So, I blogged over here today.

You can read it if you want. 

And by golly, leave a comment, would ya'? 

I don't think I've ever said by golly before.  and I don't think I ever will again. 

You are welcome.

Finally.

Yesterday I had a follow up appointment after being released from the hospital on Friday night and I can finally say that I had a great appointment.

This pregnancy, thus far, hasn't been filled with the greatest of appointments throughout the first trimester, although just finding out I am pregnant and with TWINS! completely fills me with joy, I have also had three STAT ultrasounds and a few other "possible setbacks" that have made me feel like I am constantly walking on glass.  I do intend to go into more details regarding what has occurred on this blog, as chronicling this pregnancy is very important to me.  And since I did not announce my pregnancy until 12 weeks, I have some catching up to do.

This past Sunday marked the beginning of my second trimester and I can't help but feel like I am starting things off on the right foot with my appointment yesterday.  First off - my blood pressure.  122/79 on both arms.  Sure, I'm on enough blood pressure medication that could sedate a horse, but that's okay!  Look at those numbers!

THEN, my nurse, who also happens to be a friend of mine, heard TWO heart beats.  We always seem to have difficult locating Twin B's heart tones, so my friend has predicted that he is a boy.  But Twin A, seems to swim to the surface whenever "she" hears the static of the doppler.  Yes, my friend has predicted that Twin A is a girl. 

Then, after meeting with my very relieved and overjoyed doctor, we scheduled an ultrasound for February 11th.  A fun-filled hour of watching the babies and learning as much about them as possible.

I can not wait.

and neither can Brian.

And maybe, just maybe, we'll find out if my friend's predictions are correct.  A boy and a girl?  Two boys?  Two girls?

If it were up to Ariel, it would be one of each.  She has already named them and has already picked out their Halloween costumes.  She has big plans, that Ariel does.  Big plans.

I have another appointment with my doctor next Friday and my fingers are crossed that not only is that appointment as great as yesterday's, but that I don't have to page my doctor in the meantime.

That would be progress.

Here is a picture we took on Racecar's birthday.  Ariel is four in this picture (until Friday!), Racecar is four and I had just turned four months pregnant.  I am suddenly very fond of the number four.

And yes, if you look closely at my pants, you can see the "maternity part" of my pants sticking out.  Please forgive, as the photographer was a Man and that is a Detail and the two just don't seem to get along.

But I don't care -  I don't have a headache today!

A Favorite

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FOUR!"

That's what Racecar said when I woke him up this morning and told him today was his birthday.  He said it about 10 ten times and would talk about how BIG! he was and how "BERRY BERRY HAPPY" HE WAS THAT HE WAS FOUR!  And then he said again "I can't believe I'm four!!!"

And each time he said it I internally agreed that I couldn't believe he was four, either.  It seems like yesterday that this ten pound baby boy was born.  Well, almost like yesterday.  Either way, I can't believe this boy, this amazing boy of ours, is four years old.

He's so very sweet and very helpful.  Whenever we ask him to do something, he always replies with "sure" and moves quickly.  And then he returns to us and says "can I play Wii, now?"

Because this four year old is terribly addicted to playing Wii.  He wakes up in the morning asking to play.  Even though the answer is always no.  If we were to ask if he would rather go get blue ice cream with sprinkles at Coldstone Creamery and then go to the mall to ride on the big carousel and buy him new racecars or stay home and play two games of bowling on the Wii, he would, without a doubt, choose staying home to play Wii.

But despite being addicted to Wii, I could still kiss his lips and cuddle him all day long.  And sometimes I think he would do it back, all day long, too.  (if it weren't for the Wii)  Racecar is very particular about this kisses, you must kiss him directly on the lips.  Do not try to have him kiss you on the cheek because that is not what he wants and he will straighten your face and squeeze your cheeks until your lips have been kissed by his lips.  It's one of my favorite games to play with him.  Then, after each kiss, he wants to hug you, every.single.time.  And each hug he gives, he gives out a little groan, and oh, I hope he does this forever, because I can't even express how much I love it. 

So, today, we are going to spend this entire day celebrating this amazing boy - this sweet, sensitive, willful, adorable, caring, smart, fun boy that we are so lucky to be around.  Happy Fourth Birthday, Racecar, I berry berry can't believe you are four years old.

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Last night, in true folding laundry birthday fashion, I sat down with this almost four year old and asked him a few, very important questions.

Hi Racecar.  Are you excited for your birthday?  Yes.

How excited?  Good.

What are you going to do on your birthday?  Blow some candles, four candles. and open presents.  and you can sing happy birthday to me, and Grandma, too.  At the bowling alley.

Are you going bowling?  Yes.  I'm going to roll the ball really, really really fast.  Like this fast.  He says, while thrusting his fist forward quickly in front of him.

Wow, that is so fast.  Can Daddy do it that fast?

Probably not.

Should we go to lunch on your birthday?  Sure we can. 

Where should we go for lunch?  umm...bob evans.  I want to have pancakes there.

On your birthday, when you turn four...can I kiss you one hundred times.  Sure.

Can I hug your for a thousand minutes. Yes.

Do you love your mama.  Yes.

How much do you love your mama? Pretty good.

Sounds pretty good to me.

And this is what he looked like, just a few hours later, his last night as a three year old.

Who loves Target the most?

So, I'm home from the hospital, I got home at 9:30 last night.  I still have a headache.  And as much as I want to say that I'm okay with that, I'm not because headaches suck.

Plus, today was supposed to be Anna and Noah's birthday party, but we had to reschedule.

And that makes me sad.

But do you know what makes me happy?  Target and free money to spend at Target.  And I happen to know how you can get $100 from Target and I'm going to tell you because I'm so amazingly nice.

Jenny from Chicago, (one of the funniest bloggers out there) is hosting a contest on her blog, WHICH ENDS TONIGHT, and the winner will receive a $100 gift card for Target.  Now, I won her last contest and happily spent the $100 at Target and to say it was fun, would be a total understatement.

So, go there, and just try to win the $100.  But you'll be going up against me.

Hospital food is soooo.....chewy.

Dear Friends,

I thought I would check in with you, cause, like, I'm in the hospital and have been since yesterday.

Damn headaches. (worst one EVER)

Damn blood pressure. (150/120)

I'm sure I'll blog in better detail about the latest series of events when, you know, I don't have an I.V. in my hand and my head doesn't feel like it's been beaten with a shovel.  But, I love you and thought you would like to know that I'm in the hospital, being monitored and taken care, drinking cranberry juice with the greatest little ice chips and eating beautiful, fresh, red, seedless grapes.  (where they get them, I do not know.)  However, they do not have Cookie Crisp.

or Taco Bell.

I should be home tonight, but could be home tomorrow.  My vitals are stabilized for now, but now they must figure out why the headaches.

Just say a prayer or make a wish or send me positive vibes that my headache goes away and I will love you forever and ever.

Love,
Scary girl in a hospital gown

P.S.  We heard two twin heartbeats yesterday and it was a beautiful thing.

P.P.S.  The toast may be chewy, but damn, I've got fast Wi-Fi and I can use my cell phone, IN FRONT of The Staff.  Times sure have changed since Racecar was born in 2004.  Although, I haven't been in the mood for the internet or cell phones, it sure is great to have the option.

Over there

So, I posted over here and believe it or not, I do not mention the words Taco Bell, Cookie Crisp or Twins.  Can you believe it?

Okay, that's a lie, I mentioned Taco Bell.

Either way, feel free to head over here for some reading material.

My Hump

I interrupt this crazy, busy day with a very important picture.

Me, pregnant with two tiny babies at 13 weeks.

We found out yesterday that our new carpet is being installed tomorrow morning.  I have lots of work to do.  But, for some reason, I felt this picture was much more important than some dang carpet.  I think Taco Bell is more important, too.  For the record.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled activities.

Reality

The reality of us getting our house ready to sell, buying a house and moving has hit me today.

Maybe it's because we viewed a super awesome home last night that we LOVE.  or maybe it's because Brian rented a storage unit today.  or maybe it's because I started packing up toys in Racecar's room.  One box down - eleventy bajillion to go.

or

Maybe it's because the kids are going to Grandma's tonight so Brian and I can get our house ready.

or

Maybe it's because my parents are coming over to help.

Maybe it's because Brian is outside cleaning the yard and making it pretty.

The list just keeps getting longer and longer and longer.  And I am getting more and more excited.

and scared.  Sometimes they go hand and hand.

Either way, we are getting ready.

So, where can a girl find some moving boxes in this area?  Anybody know???

Anybody?

Bueller?

I'm tired and grouchy

Where's my Cookie Crisp?

It's true, I'm not feeling very chipper today.  In fact, I haven't been very chipper since Tuesday because on Wednesday I woke up at 3:45 in the morning with a full bladder and what felt like a knife being jabbed into my eye.

Over and over and over again.

And that headache?  Still exists.  Wednesday night I paged my doctor because in their instructions on when to page the doctor, it reads:  Severe, persistent headache that will not go away with Tylenol and rest.

And well, it would not go away with Tylenol or rest.  So, I paged my doctor because, oh, did I mention?  My blood pressure was high.  For any new readers out there, I already have high blood pressure and am on medication to treat it, but apparently it stopped working.

Because on Thursday, after my doctor told me to take TWO Tylenol 3's and go to bed and call her in the morning, my blood pressure was even higher.   And the knife in my head?  Was still there.

So, off I went to see the doctor yesterday afternoon, where my BP was even higher.  Like 160/102.

And that's why I have a headache.

And why is my blood pressure high?  Because I'm having twins, which means my blood volume has increase even more than it does when pregnant with a singleton, so my meds needed to be adjusted because of All The Blood. 

You see, when you are pregnant with twins, everything is doubled.   For instance:

Morning sickness?  YAY!  IT'S DOUBLED!  And it may not end at 12 weeks, maybe at 16 weeks, if you are lucky!
 
Hormones?   Poor, Brian, they're doubled!

Boob size?  I'LL TAKE IT, THEY'RE DOUBLED!

Weight?  I'LL LEAVE IT!  Take it away!

Hunger?  Can I eat my couch? (but only between the hours of 8 am and Noon, when I'm not nauseous)

Constipation?  OMG, it will not leave my body!  ("it" being The Poop)

Expense? Let's not talk about it, m'kay?

I still have my headache, although, it's not as bad, I go back in today for a blood pressure check.  Hopefully I'll have to wait in the waiting room for another 45 minutes only for them to tell me I'm fat.  Because that's what I live for, waiting in a waiting room, watching skinny pregnant girls leave the office with a bag of carrots in their hands.

I hate carrots.

I told you I'm grouchy.

Where's my Cookie Crisp?

 

aw, hellz yes.  come to momma.

Please do not tell leave a comment saying anything like the following:  "You are so fat because of the Cookie Crisp, the couch eating and the Devil's Food Ice Cream Donuts.  Eat some Fiber One Cereal and shut your mouth."

Because I will cut you.