Jellybeans

WARNING: This is going to be a whiny post.  You have been warned.  Turn back now if you want to be spared the Ah-waaa aspect of this post.

It starts on a positive note.

 I love jelly beans (jellybeans?).  Whether it's one word or two I love 'em! Especially when I'm lonely and mopey and bored.  Which I am tonight.  Why?  You might ask.  Or more likely: how in the world can you be bored with two newborns to take care of?  Because we are currently not following schedule.  Which is ridiculously hard for me. 

I love having a schedule and a routine and I do not adapt to change very well.  I pretend to, but really inside I turn into a petulant three-year-old and am flat on my back flailing my arms and kicking my legs in protest.  We are not following schedule tonight because the girls didn't really take an afternoon nap.  Snippets of sleep here and there, but never an actual, real nap.  So, we didn't do our 6:30 bath because they had FINALLY fallen asleep and at 8 they are still asleep and inside my inner three-year-old is terrified that not following the bedtime routine schedule means that I am not going to sleep at all tonight and we are going to be totally screwed up and that they'll go back to waking up every hour.  These fears are totally irrational.  Sleep is sleep and skipping their bath tonight is not going to kill us.  I mean, how dirty can a six week old get in two days? Right?

So, I have two sleeping babies right now.  Most people would ask why I am not jumping for joy and enjoying the quiet and time of not meeting a small humans every need?  Because my husband is asleep with them.  And I don't have the heart to wake him up because he works all day and probably only gets four hours of sleep at night, but because he works all day I don't get to see him except for maybe 2 or 3 hours in the evening and I miss him.  So, I'm eating jellybeans and feeling sorry for myself in my lonesome-ness. 

See? Mopey.  You had your chance to turn around.  Shame on you if you are now disgusted with my melancholia.  My excuse is sleep deprivation.

We have the girls' ultrasound  appointment tomorrow to find out if they have congenital hip dysplasia. Fingers crossed at (A) they do not have CHD and (B) that they do not get too terribly pissed off at us.

Update

I am happy to announce that as of today my beautiful girls are six weeks old!

Hazel

Haley-Elizabeth

 Not that anything has really changed with them turning six weeks, but it seems like as good an occasion as any to start blogging again. 

We went to the beach over the weekend and the weather was HORRIBLE, but that's the Oregon coast for you.  It was still wonderful to spend time just the four of us and for me to not be mentally obsessing over laundry and dishes and all the stupid stuff that I feel stressed compelled to do when I'm at home (also, the house we were staying in had cable. Can you say "Food Network"?!?). 

I have to say I do miss sleeping... SO MUCH!  I keep reminding myself that this will only last for so long, but I'm very selfish about the little sleep I can get.  I'm a better mom when I have some sleep.  I have more patience, I play more. I'm so much better at this job that I am okay with doing what I need to do to get as much sleep as I can during the night especially since napping during the day doesn't really happen.

 The first six weeks have gone by so fast, I hope the next six weeks go by just as quickly (I can't wait for the girls to be three months old and to be back in my age comfort zone).

Half Time

I'm officially part time at work now (which is REALLY weird). I can't remember the last time I willingly had part time hours. I feel like every time I've had less than forty hours, I was constantly hassling whatever boss I had for more time.


It needed to happen though, for the twins sake, as well as mine. I want my pretty girls to incubate for as long as possible, and, evidentially, we were all ready for it. Guess what I did on my first afternoon at home. Cook? Nope! Picked up lunch from the grocery store. Organize baby stuff? Nope! Haven't even set foot in their room today. Cleaned the home?... As if!


My first act as a lazy person -AHEM- I mean, woman-pregnant-with-twins-in-her-third-trimester, was to take a two hour nap on the couch with the cat. Something that NEVER would have happened pre-pregnancy, but I am hosting two parasites and, clearly no longer have control over my body. Oh, well. I'll get my revenge when the girls are old enough to do the dishes. :-)


In case I don't post again before the week is over: Happy Thanksgiving!

Getting To Know You (or me, actually)

In case anyone I don't know happens to read this: I am currently 6 months (and some change) pregnant with twin girls.  I also fluctuate with how I feel about being pregnant (most of the time it's not very positive). I've come to terms with the fact that I currently hate any woman who loves being pregnant (mainly out of jealousy).

Anyhoo, enough about the bitter woman that has replaced Emily.  The point of this post to share something I DO like about pregnancy (don't get too excited, it's nothing earth shattering).  My cute, little, girly parasites have developed this new trick that I call "The Whale".  All it consists of is the girls starting on one side of my belly and rolling their way across to the other side.  It feels like a whale cresting out the ocean.  I don't mean the big jumping out and slamming back in thing that they always seem to be doing on the Discovery Channel (OUCH!), I mean more the gentle peak of the spine curving above the waves.

Either that or it feels like the inside of my belly is a lake and some kid is skipping rocks over the top.  Either way, it's kind of a cool feeling and somehow manages to tickle at the same time.  It is a pretty cool part of hauling two little soon-to-be people around.

Introduction

Ha!  I finally did it!!  I finally caved into the joint peer pressure of my mother and husband and started a blog (and really, with that combination, did I ever stand a chance of resisting?)