Today I would like to accept my award for WORST BLOGGER EVER. Seriously, it's been since May since I've updated. May. That's like 1/3 of my pregnancy. And since I didn't update for the first 1/3 of my pregnancy either, that means I'm in the last 1/3 of my...pregnancy. Yup, you read it here first. I'm in the third trimester.
The twins grow a lot each week. And they move a lot. So far, we've got a nursery 80% ready (I have a lot of gifts from last week's baby shower to put away and a few pieces of furniture left to pick up). We have enough clothes to keep both girls clothed for the first year or more of their lives - most of these clothes being hand me downs from my sister's kids and my best friend's daughter. We even have two car seats. AND names.
So I probably haven't updated because I've been so busy doing everything to prepare. The shock has worn off and I'm now ready to take on the job of mom to twins. They are identical. They are girls. They are going to be spoiled senseless once they come out. :)
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
MIA
I realize I've been MIA but I promise it's been for a good reason.
I'm having babies.
Yes, babies. As in more than one (two to be exact).
Once the news hit, it was pretty much all I could do to try to function normally and, you know, go to work. Now that I've had some time to let it sink in, I feel better.
Babies. Twins. Due in November.
Before I start getting "THE questions" I'll go ahead and answer them.
Yes, we were trying.
Yes, they are natural. I'm not sure what an artificial twin is, but I assume you are asking if we had infertility treatments. The answer is no. We did this all by ourselves.
They are identical.
That means they will either both be boys or girls. No, you cannot have one girl and one boy if they are identical because then they wouldn't be very identical would they?
Of course I've gained weight. I'm pregnant. With twins.
No, I am not overwhelmed with the thought of taking care of them. They're babies. I got a two for one deal. I'm an efficient person so I can handle this.
Yes, I will continue to work after I have them. I have never wanted to be a stay at home mom. That's just not going to change.
Ok, those are the answers to the top 7 questions I get asked on a daily basis. If you have something new, feel free to ask!
I'm having babies.
Yes, babies. As in more than one (two to be exact).
Once the news hit, it was pretty much all I could do to try to function normally and, you know, go to work. Now that I've had some time to let it sink in, I feel better.
Babies. Twins. Due in November.
Before I start getting "THE questions" I'll go ahead and answer them.
Yes, we were trying.
Yes, they are natural. I'm not sure what an artificial twin is, but I assume you are asking if we had infertility treatments. The answer is no. We did this all by ourselves.
They are identical.
That means they will either both be boys or girls. No, you cannot have one girl and one boy if they are identical because then they wouldn't be very identical would they?
Of course I've gained weight. I'm pregnant. With twins.
No, I am not overwhelmed with the thought of taking care of them. They're babies. I got a two for one deal. I'm an efficient person so I can handle this.
Yes, I will continue to work after I have them. I have never wanted to be a stay at home mom. That's just not going to change.
Ok, those are the answers to the top 7 questions I get asked on a daily basis. If you have something new, feel free to ask!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Please refrain from hitting on my husband...k? Thanks...
There comes a time in every married woman's wife when she realizes she's not the only person who finds her husband attractive. I mean, we should all KNOW this, but it's like when that ring goes on you think it's a protective barrier of some sort...the ring means taken and taken means no one else is going to look at him like I do again.
It just sucks that it doesn't work out that way, doesn't it?
I've listened to all my (single) girlfriends complain over the past few years about how all the good ones are already married and I think to myself "Yup! And I GOT HIM!" Because in my mind, of course, there is only ONE good one. But he's wearing that protective barrier of a ring so no one else notices, right? Right. Ugh...wrong.
A little over a year ago (has it been that long???) the hubby's exgirlfriend started trying to contact him. He didn't let it happen because of the protective barrier. And the one time she did get a message through to him he told her to leave him alone. He is the best hubs ever. She took it fairly well and has stopped trying to make contact.
More recently, when the hubs and I have been at the gym, I've noticed girls taking a "liking" to him. Let me remind you, he NEVER leaves the house without the protective barrier ring. Ever. But it's like that ring is a beacon now. It's calling to them. "He's a good one...someone else married him...you need to try to get him..." Seriously girls? Have we no self respect? Hell, forget the self respect, have we no respect for a marriage? Have we no respect for God (if you believe in God, that is)?
I've seen a lot of marriages end because of the "other woman." Luckily my hubs is faithful and caring and puts up his own barrier when someone tries to break through, but some of my friends haven't been so lucky. SO, why is it that women can't realize that he, whoever he may be, is married to someone else? And that marriage may be important to him so maybe you shouldn't be chasing him around the track asking if your panty line is showing? I let hubs handle all these inquiries, until someone touches him. Then, if need be, I will attack. It's happened. Once. I came out unscathed.
Side note: I do realize that people do cheat. I also realize that there could come a time that hubs could cheat on me. I don't think he would, I think our love is stronger than that, but it's a possibility. I would just prefer that women stop dangling themselves in front of him. If he's interested, trust me, he'll come to you. After all, he came to me that night many many years ago and we've been together ever since.
It just sucks that it doesn't work out that way, doesn't it?
I've listened to all my (single) girlfriends complain over the past few years about how all the good ones are already married and I think to myself "Yup! And I GOT HIM!" Because in my mind, of course, there is only ONE good one. But he's wearing that protective barrier of a ring so no one else notices, right? Right. Ugh...wrong.
A little over a year ago (has it been that long???) the hubby's exgirlfriend started trying to contact him. He didn't let it happen because of the protective barrier. And the one time she did get a message through to him he told her to leave him alone. He is the best hubs ever. She took it fairly well and has stopped trying to make contact.
More recently, when the hubs and I have been at the gym, I've noticed girls taking a "liking" to him. Let me remind you, he NEVER leaves the house without the protective barrier ring. Ever. But it's like that ring is a beacon now. It's calling to them. "He's a good one...someone else married him...you need to try to get him..." Seriously girls? Have we no self respect? Hell, forget the self respect, have we no respect for a marriage? Have we no respect for God (if you believe in God, that is)?
I've seen a lot of marriages end because of the "other woman." Luckily my hubs is faithful and caring and puts up his own barrier when someone tries to break through, but some of my friends haven't been so lucky. SO, why is it that women can't realize that he, whoever he may be, is married to someone else? And that marriage may be important to him so maybe you shouldn't be chasing him around the track asking if your panty line is showing? I let hubs handle all these inquiries, until someone touches him. Then, if need be, I will attack. It's happened. Once. I came out unscathed.
Side note: I do realize that people do cheat. I also realize that there could come a time that hubs could cheat on me. I don't think he would, I think our love is stronger than that, but it's a possibility. I would just prefer that women stop dangling themselves in front of him. If he's interested, trust me, he'll come to you. After all, he came to me that night many many years ago and we've been together ever since.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
My mother
My friends and I jokingly refer to my mom as Emily Gilmore. If you don't understand that reference, simply pick any episode of Gilmore Girls and watch it. THEN you will understand. This morning, she called. The conversation went something like this:
Mom: "Are you coming to [the town I live in which is 20 miles away from your work] today?"
Me: "Nope. Why?"
Mom: "I need a ride back to [the town you work in]."
Me: "Um, ok........"
Mom: "I have to pick up my [insanely expensive gas guzzling vehicle] from the dealership and I can't get to [the town where you work] unless you come get me."
Me: "I'm at work."
Mom: "Don't you NEED to come this way today?"
Me: "No, I need to work."
Mom: "Can't you come up with a reason to go by [a client's office]?"
Me: "Not really."
Mom: "But I have to get my [gas guzzling vehicle] so I can go on vacation!"
Me: "Why don't you have the dealership bring it to you?"
Mom: "That would cost me $20!"
Me: "Um, ok, but if I leave work, drive to [the town where you live], pick you up, and drive back to [the town where I work], that will cost me $200 in billable time."
Mom: "So?"
Me: "That's more than $20."
Mom: "But that's your money."
Me: "Find another ride."
Mom: "I don't KNOW anyone other than you and [your sibling] who would be coming to [the town where I live]."
Me: "And?"
Mom: "And you're my daughter!"
Me: "I'm your daughter who works. Find another ride."
Mom: "Well, I never..."
Me: "Me either mom...me either..."
Mom: "Are you coming to [the town I live in which is 20 miles away from your work] today?"
Me: "Nope. Why?"
Mom: "I need a ride back to [the town you work in]."
Me: "Um, ok........"
Mom: "I have to pick up my [insanely expensive gas guzzling vehicle] from the dealership and I can't get to [the town where you work] unless you come get me."
Me: "I'm at work."
Mom: "Don't you NEED to come this way today?"
Me: "No, I need to work."
Mom: "Can't you come up with a reason to go by [a client's office]?"
Me: "Not really."
Mom: "But I have to get my [gas guzzling vehicle] so I can go on vacation!"
Me: "Why don't you have the dealership bring it to you?"
Mom: "That would cost me $20!"
Me: "Um, ok, but if I leave work, drive to [the town where you live], pick you up, and drive back to [the town where I work], that will cost me $200 in billable time."
Mom: "So?"
Me: "That's more than $20."
Mom: "But that's your money."
Me: "Find another ride."
Mom: "I don't KNOW anyone other than you and [your sibling] who would be coming to [the town where I live]."
Me: "And?"
Mom: "And you're my daughter!"
Me: "I'm your daughter who works. Find another ride."
Mom: "Well, I never..."
Me: "Me either mom...me either..."
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
My Aunt Died
It's actually not fair for me to spring that on you like that. She didn't die recently. She died almost 2 years ago (well, a year and a half - she died in June of 2009). Then I had another aunt die last June. Actually, if you are reading this, and you are my aunt, my best advice is lock yourself in your home for the month of June. Or not...since both aunts died in their home...
Anyway, to the point. My aunt died in June of 2009. My aunt also had a facebook account like every other person in this world, except my grandmothers, they don't do facebook...yet. Obviously we were facebook friends. We also have quite a few mutual friends, some friends who requested I be their friend after my aunt died.
My aunt and I have one shared friend in particular. We'll call her Judy because that's her name. Judy likes to play all those facebook games. You know, Farmville, CafeWorld, I-have-no-life-so-I-am-going-to-play-on-facebook-all-day-and-pretend-I-do-Land. And like all other annoying facebook game players, Judy sends requests to everyone.
Everyone, that is, except me because I have FINALLY figured out how to block people from asking me to nail them...or whatever it is they want me to do.
Judy sends these requests almost daily to my dead aunt. And everyday when I log in I see "Judy just sent [your aunt] a pie in CafeWorld!" or "Judy wants [your aunt] to come milk her cows in Farmville!" or whatever other thing you do in those games. Every time my aunt's name pops up it...kind of hurts. Because she's not there to accept the damn pie and she can't milk a cow, especially not on the freaking computer (hello! Does anyone else find these games as stupid as I do???).
Recently Judy posted on Aunt's wall and said: "Dearest [M's Aunt]: I know you know my intention is honorable. I keep sending you stuff cause it helps me keep your memory alive. There are people who find it to be disrespectful and cruel....but I don't mean it that way. You know that. I know that. Your husband knows that. It is all that matters."
Um, really? Sending her a freaking pie on facebook is keeping her memory alive? Try again Judy. Why don't you just admit that when the little box pops up that says "These are your friends playing [whatever game]...who do you want to send [something] to?" you pick my aunt every.single.time because her name is on the list and you pick EVERYONE on the list. We're not stupid. Keep her memory alive by putting her picture up in your house, not by flooding her facebook wall with stupid game requests she can't answer! Especially since her teenage son is also on facebook and sees these stupid game requests you send her, just like I see them.
A part of me would like to get Aunt's password from her husband and log in to her account and start responding to all those requests. Then post on Judy's wall: "Thank you so much for working so hard to keep my memory alive. Just for that I've decided to come back from the dead. And haunt you. Sweet dreams!"
Anyway, to the point. My aunt died in June of 2009. My aunt also had a facebook account like every other person in this world, except my grandmothers, they don't do facebook...yet. Obviously we were facebook friends. We also have quite a few mutual friends, some friends who requested I be their friend after my aunt died.
My aunt and I have one shared friend in particular. We'll call her Judy because that's her name. Judy likes to play all those facebook games. You know, Farmville, CafeWorld, I-have-no-life-so-I-am-going-to-play-on-facebook-all-day-and-pretend-I-do-Land. And like all other annoying facebook game players, Judy sends requests to everyone.
Everyone, that is, except me because I have FINALLY figured out how to block people from asking me to nail them...or whatever it is they want me to do.
Judy sends these requests almost daily to my dead aunt. And everyday when I log in I see "Judy just sent [your aunt] a pie in CafeWorld!" or "Judy wants [your aunt] to come milk her cows in Farmville!" or whatever other thing you do in those games. Every time my aunt's name pops up it...kind of hurts. Because she's not there to accept the damn pie and she can't milk a cow, especially not on the freaking computer (hello! Does anyone else find these games as stupid as I do???).
Recently Judy posted on Aunt's wall and said: "Dearest [M's Aunt]: I know you know my intention is honorable. I keep sending you stuff cause it helps me keep your memory alive. There are people who find it to be disrespectful and cruel....but I don't mean it that way. You know that. I know that. Your husband knows that. It is all that matters."
Um, really? Sending her a freaking pie on facebook is keeping her memory alive? Try again Judy. Why don't you just admit that when the little box pops up that says "These are your friends playing [whatever game]...who do you want to send [something] to?" you pick my aunt every.single.time because her name is on the list and you pick EVERYONE on the list. We're not stupid. Keep her memory alive by putting her picture up in your house, not by flooding her facebook wall with stupid game requests she can't answer! Especially since her teenage son is also on facebook and sees these stupid game requests you send her, just like I see them.
A part of me would like to get Aunt's password from her husband and log in to her account and start responding to all those requests. Then post on Judy's wall: "Thank you so much for working so hard to keep my memory alive. Just for that I've decided to come back from the dead. And haunt you. Sweet dreams!"
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