December 31, 2011
Yes. It is true. Unfortunately, I have been put on bed rest. Technically it's "limited activity". This means that my activities are limited to sitting, reclining, laying, and going to doctor's appointments. I can't even drive myself to those doctor appts.
I won't get into too much detail (there really isn't that much to go into), but basically my uterus showed some irritability. Who knew that that could happen? But it can. The fluid around the boys was a little low as well (which could be due to some gastrointeritis (no idea how to spell that) that I had the night before I went to the doctor.
Man was I upset. I can work from home because being an architect, I spend 90% of my time on a computer. That made me feel much better. But I wasn't ready to stop yet. I wasnt ready for my body to be done with moving. I'd already given up running and exercising and I wasn't ready to give up driving and control and leaving the house. I wasn't ready.
But my body was. And, in fact, it was much more ready than I though it was.
After Tuesday, I rested. I sat, I reclined, I laid down all day long. I didn't go to work; i didn't have my work computer so there was no work to do. I slowly began to realize how tired I was. How much I enjoyed the days off. December had been a busy month for a pregnant lady with twins, and it was nice to relax. Apparently, it was too little too late.
Side note: this is a positive story. I didn't mean to end that last paragraph so much with a sense of foreboding.
Thursday evening, I started having a bit of what I thought was indigestion. I was getting hot flashes, having weird stomach pains that were not contractions, and I also had a weird tightness in my right chest, shoulder, and arm. I was taking tums and not contracting, so I tried to go to bed. Laying completely horizontal on any side was really uncomfortable because of the tightness in my shoulder so I had a hard time going to sleep. Around 12 I got up to time any contractions (all Braxton-hicks) I was having to make sure I wasn't having more than 4 in an hour and I wasn't. I eventually fell asleep in the chair and the hubs came and got me to go back to bed. I slammed some more tums (cause that's what you do when you have crazy indigestion) and went to bed. I slept for about four hours and woke up with another hot flash, the pain on my right side, and I was contracting. I took my trusty phone with my trusty pregnancy app that times many things about pregnancy and started timing contractions.
Within being awake for 20 minutes I had felt 7 contractions. At this point I knew I needed to call my dr.
I went and woke up the hubs and told him I was calling. I paged my dr. told her my symptoms and she told me to go to the hospital.
There were all sorts of labs and tests run. At first she thought it might be my gaul bladder, then possibly pancreatitis. I didn't get a chance to google any of these things and apparently they are pretty scary. I'm glad I didn't. Sometimes, and especially in this case, ignorance is bliss.
I was started an IV, fully admitted into the hospital, and also given anti-biotics, a shot to make contractions stop, and steroids to hurry along lung development of the babes-just in case.
Eventually all of my labs were ok, my Gaul bladder was fine, my pancreatic levels were fine. I was also given a medicine to stop indigestion. The pain in my chest, that had migrated to my back, went away. I was feeling good. But my contractions hadn't stopped yet, so I was given a different medicine and the dr wanted to keep me overnight to check my labs the next day.
She also checked my cervix...it was dilated 1 cm and 80% effaced. This did make me nervous. But both my dr and my nurse said that it was not time to be worried yet. I could stay like that for weeks. Today, I am 30 weeks and 5 days pregnant. I only need to last 3 more weeks to get to 34 weeks and I can deliver at my local hospital and the babes have a much greater chance of not having to spend much, if any, time in the NICU.
Now....I'm going to have to have a 'to be continued'. I'm sorry to end on the rather scary note, but this post is rather long with no pictures and thats just not fair to you.
I'll do you a favor and tell you that I'm still pregnant and the boys are great and I'm great and we'll finish the story tomorrow...for the new year!
December 25, 2011
I hope all of you are having a wonderful holiday, whatever holiday it is that you celebrate.
December 24, 2011
December 23, 2011
Most years, I am the person that is listening to Christmas music in my car from Thanksgiving on. I have to negotiate with the hubs on how early we can start to decorate. I ALWAYS go to our Christmas floatilla (where people decorate boats instead of floats...it's awesome).
This year, I decided not to decorate. I say I decided because I am the one that decorating matters most to. I am the one that does most of the decorating. I'm not cracking on the hubs...I would rather do it. It's just easier for me to slowly unpack all the Christmas decorations and lovingly find a place for each one of them to go. It really is one of my favorite things.
Not this year. This year, I knew that I would want to decorate, but then I would not feel like or be able to pack everything away. Our decorations are all in a secret closet that you have to get to by going through a coat closet and then typing in the secret code while whispering the secret password and scrunching yourself really small to get underneath the stairs (and yes...all of that is 100% true). I just could not bring myself to unpack everything...knowing that I wouldn't be able to scrunch myself up into a tiny square to fit underneath the stairs.
So, we didn't decorate.
It is our year to spend Christmas with the Hubs' family. So we did an early Christmas with mine.
All of this is to say that...it hasn't really felt like Christmas to me this year. I just haven't had the same excitement.
But...I think that's a good thing. Because next year will bring a whole sort of new-ness and excitement that I haven't felt in a long time. We're going to have two babies! We're going to make new traditions for our own family. I am super excited about that. Super!
This post turned into something that I wasn't really planning on...but I'll continue with the previously scheduled programming.
I did get excited about making a few gifts this year. I can't do it for everyone (we have huge families), but I do like to try to make something for someone each year. It's a way to broaden my own crafting spirit and really think about what the receiver will want/like.
Some earrings for a lovely lady.
A purse I knitted for a lovely young lady.
Another purse for another lovely young lady.
All in all, a pretty good handmade Christmas for a pregnant lady (I'm using that excuse all the time, now).
I'm hoping to have updates of the babes' room soon. I've made some big leaps forward, but unfortunately have had some setbacks. Still working on it though.
And...think about this...after this past Wednesday, each day get a few minutes longer :).
December 19, 2011
But a dancer, none-the-less. I have danced since I was 11 years old. I've loved it; hated it; thought in it, through it, and about it for way more time than I care to admit.
And I'm still dancing while pregnant. It's only once a week, and I can't jump (which is super hard for me...I love MOVING across the floor); but I'm still doing it. And it's one of my favorite times of the week.
Lucky for me, one of my classmate's husbands came and took pictures...so I have PROOF that I danced while 28 weeks pregnant with twins!
Isn't there something kind of lovely about black and white ballet images...even if they are of a pregnant lady and her adult ballet class friends.
This one's kind of creepy...but oh well.
December 13, 2011
0 - breakfast
100 - grams of sugary solution that kind of tastes like a super sweet freezie pop
3 - hours of no eating and sitting (and taking a non-stress test, which the babes passed and addressing christmas cards)
1 - chargrilled deluxe sangwich from Chik-fil-A
1 - most delicious peppermint chocolate chip milkshake
1 - very shaky, kind of happy Heather....until it all wears off and now I'm ready to take a nap...oh naptime.
Let's just hope I passed the glucola challenge. Cause if I didn't, that will be the last milkshake I have for a while :/
December 12, 2011
2...when I'm in public and someone asks me when I'm due. I say in March and just wait for their face to drop...it always does. Then, I wait a few seconds and let them know I'm having twins. It's like my way at getting back at those people who call me the "f" word (yes, fat) or the ones that say I'm going to have "big babies" (which is the same as saying the "f" word, am I right?).
3...leggings. They are so much more comfortable than any type of structured pant (especially these pre-pregnancy cords I'm wearing right now).
4...new drapes for the babes' room.
5...when the babes move. I still think they're both breech, but I'm working hard on getting them to turn over...it's very funny to watch.
6...my husband (who has a bit of a cold right now :( ) but is still super fantastic.
December 11, 2011
They say hello and that they love the owl hats I made them (ok, you know I'm saying that...but seriously, are they not the cutest things you've ever seen?
This is Ainsley and Carson. They are 12 weeks in this picture. Another set of twins in the Perry clan (which I couldn't be more excited about). They are going to be about 6 months older than our boys. So fun!
This is Iker. Can we say heartbreaker? So adorable. He looks so much like his older brother. Love love!
Can't wait to meet all three of these little people at Christmas time!
I got the pattern for this awesome owl hat from ravelry.com. It's called the sleepy owl hat.
December 07, 2011
Just a couple more. It's kind of like I gave myself a photoshoot.
This one was modeled after one I love of Diane Keaton, in The Family Stone. I lerve that movie. And I absolutely lerve that picture that the well-meaning, yet completely annoying, Sarah Jessica Parker gets framed for the whole family. That's when I start sobbing in that movie.
It just hit me that all the pictures on my blog have become of me. Oopsie! I promise I will get more pictures of crafts and such up here. I've got a ton to take and post (babies' room, Christmas gifts, wedding paper, etc). Just time to have a photoshoot for things instead of myself :).
December 05, 2011
Well, you must take a look at this.
It's a 360 view of Paris from over the Eiffel Tower. You can see the Eiffel Tower at the bottom of the shot below. I love these 360 degree engines. I know they don't give you the feeling of what it's really like to be there...but seriously, doesn't it just make you in awe of the internet in general?
December 03, 2011
But I do enjoy baking. I say enjoy because I'm not going to promise that I'm good at it.
I love the idea of pie. We actually had pie at our wedding instead of cake...best decision I ever made. Pie is just so good. I could go one for a while about pie. The thing I don't love so much about pie is that one has to make a TON. When I have sweets in my house, it's not a good idea for me to have an entire pie at my disposal. Because...you see, it will all be disposed of, in my belly, in record time.
It's the reason I don't bake pies. I try to stick with cookies or muffins or something of an individual size that I can keep a few of, but give away the rest.
The cooking channel has just opened my eyes to a genius idea. Pie in a jar. They are tiny individual sized pies that you can freeze in jars and eat when you feel the need...OMG!
Are these not the cutest things you've ever seen? I mean, seriously. They're in little half-pint sized jars just ready for this lady to eat!
These particular ones are cherry...one of my favorites. These are the real cherries, too. Not the too red ones in a jar. The ones you have to pit and have that delicious sour twang.
You can get the recipe here. If you end up making it before I do, please let me know how it turns out. I can't wait!
December 02, 2011
And now, of course, I can't quite remember what I wrote. Don't you hate that? I'm sure it was something about how I just read on one of my pregnancy apps that I only have 94 days left in this pregnancy. I had a small freakout moment. I mean...3 months. I have so much to do!
And, what feels like, not a lot of time to do it in. I've got to make lists and get on it. There are still some things I need to get together for Christmas gifts. And I'm afraid I'm going to get VERY big. haha. Let's be honest. I'm only getting bigger until these babes come out and I want them to stay in as long as possible. At least 94 days! I mean, a girl can hope, right?
For this is fantastic Friday, I've got a great picture for you.
Isn't it great. I love sunflowers. Don't you have moments when you feel exactly like this?
November 30, 2011
I would love one of these:
Or goodness, what about this space?
Unfortunately, all of these things take organization. I am so lacking in that department.
I've heard that having multiples makes one super efficient and organized. I'll take anything right now. Just yesterday, on our way to dinner after a dr. appt, the hubs and I were talking about how I lose stuff all the time. Just then, the lab called and said I had left the ultrasound DVD at their counter. Oh timing!
November 27, 2011
In some ways, it is sad. Because I do honestly miss being active. And in some ways, I might (if I were in a certain mood) equate that with losing a part of myself...or at least earning a new role in life...the role of mama.
I do know that I am not losing any part of myself...and I'm going to fight my hardest to stay a person, me, not just a wife or a mama (not that either of those things are bad...they are fantastic. But I've been Heather for 28 years, I'd like to hold on to that part of me as well).
But...the good things is. These boys will be born (hopefully after 37 weeks, hopefully 6 pounds...we can all have hopes, right?) and I will be able to run again and it will be fantastic. I will be able to teach my boys that it's important for every person to do things for themselves, not just the people around them (which is also very important, but we can't do for others unless we take care of ourselves). I've got my double stroller all ready to go (SUPER EXCITED ABOUT THAT...thank you sis-in-law Cheryl for finding one for me). I will be raring to go as soon as I can.
In the mean time, I will think about how there are people in there...TWO OF THEM! They will be living, breathing, thinking, reasoning, loving people. There are times when it's hard for me to comprehend the weight of this fact. It's pretty heavy. I've been concentrating on the beginning...you know, the babies stage. There seems to be so much to read and prepare for that sometimes I forget that one day I'll be able to have a conversation with these boys and it will make sense. We will have discussions and arguments and heart-to-hearts and I will give them "the look" (which my mother so graciously taught me through experience). It's so exciting! And so scary!
And with that...Here is week 25. I'm hoping to take photos every other week until week 30 and then every week. We'll see how that goes.
November 14, 2011
And by that, I mean a road race. I've been reading about my friends and blog writers who are running marathons and halves and I really need a race. It has been killing me that I CAN'T run AT ALL.
I love my boys (in fact, I think one of them may have turned over today. I felt something funny on the drive to work and now I'm feeling some maybe feet kicks up under my ribs. I know to some this may seem uncomfortable, but there is nothing I wanted more than for these boys to be head down when it was time (ok I want them to be healthy and all that other mama stuff, but you catch my drift).
But...I have missed running so badly I can barely describe it. I have missed my muscles being sore. I've missed stretching and being sweaty (and then taking a shower after I've been so dirty). I miss being able to see at least a little muscle definition in my legs.
I know that this is only for a short period of time. And, in a lot of ways I'm glad for it. It's really making me appreciate that time I had to myself...just me and the beach. I've even been saving my running magazines for after the boys are born. I don't need the discouragement now, and I know I'll need the encouragement when they're here.
I have dreams about running soon after I give birth. And I'm talking soon. Ok, maybe not running, but maybe walking. And maybe working up my endurance (considering I can barely walk two miles now). But I have dreams of being active. My hope is that I will take them with me in the double running stroller we just picked up from my sister-in-law's who was storing it for me. I want them to feel like that stroller is a second home, haha.
I know it's going to take a while to get back up to speed, but just the wind blowing in my hair might just be enough. I know I shouldn't have expectations of myself and what life is going to be like after the boys are born. My hope is that we will just stretch to fit. And that we'll make it work, whatever the situation. We'll see, I know.
But I can hope. And for now...I'm researching local races :).
And, of course, working on the nursery. It's coming together! Pictures soon!
November 10, 2011
And, while I should be thinking about the boys' health and how we're going to handle two at one time (oh believe me, I've been thinking), I can't help but think about how I'm going to dress them.
You see, my mom gave me pretty much free reign over my wardrobe from a very young age. I do remember choosing my clothes in kindergarten. It was an easy way for me to have some independence that didn't really matter that much. I appreciate that and I'd like to pass on the same decision making skills to my kids. I think it's a good way to learn how to make decisions from a young age...and really, except for stupid pictures that people have scanned and put on facebook, who cares what you looked like in kindergarten.
BUT...all that does NOT mean that I'm not going to have fun dressing them when I get the chance :). I am super excited about this. There are all sorts of cool, fun outfits for boys (some from google, most in my head). I don't think we're going to be dressing them too much the EXACT same. We're pretty sure they're identical, and we want them to have their own identities and personalities. One way to make sure that happens is for mom and dad and others to make sure we call them by the correct name. That becomes much harder when they look and are dressed identically. But...I have no problem with COORDINATING outfits. In fact, I'm super excited about that.
I especially love these from Miranda at one little minute.
November 06, 2011
I had a lot on my mind. I was finishing up the changing table, only to figure out that the "white" trim paint I had gotten was really a base for tinted trim paint. This makes the paint look much more creamy than it does white. I figured this out AFTER I had primed and painted two coats on that thing. Thankfully, the paint man at my local ACE hardware was super helpful (I didn't get paid for that...but I L.O.V.E. ACE Hardware. They are smaller and don't have EVERYTHING, but ALL of their staff is knowledgable. AND...if they don't have what you're looking for, they know where you can get it in town. I love that.).
So, I got more paint;
I put ANOTHER coat on the changing table (that actually looked white!);
I went swimming (yay!);
I vacuumed the house;
I went for a walk with the hubs (extra points for me);
during said walk, we planned our dinner tonight which was to include my FIRST glass of red wine in FIVE MONTHS (I was so excited. It was delicious, the wine and the food, and it made me very very hot...more on that later);
I bought all the Christmas presents for the nieces and nephews on my side (there are seven, nine on the hub's side);
I went to Ross and found a maternity sweater, a shirt, and two more pairs of maternity leggings for a total of $30 (score!).
It was a busy day for me. I loved it. I loved that I had enough energy to get it all done and feel good about it. I loved that my husband cooked me one of the best meals I've ever had in my life. I literally could have eaten another entire meal right after.
And, in the end...the day got away from me. I forgot that today was the first day of regular time (not daylight saving time) and that it would get dark starting at 4:30 :(.
So, I had to make do. I didn't want to wait another week to take more pictures. So...here it is. Please excuse the heavy photoshopping. As I said, all the moving around (and probably the wine) made me super hot and it looked like I had rosasia. I don't, and I looked funny to me, so I wanted to not have that.
AND, for your enjoyment (I know...get on with the picture) I have actual bare belly shots....whoa! It's a first for me! Also, check out my shoes if you can...I dressed up for dinner!
I had to move a TON of artificial light into our "sunroom" (haha) to get it bright enough. And I STILL had to use the flash.
There it is...this is the last thing I'm doing today. Right now, I'm going to finish my glass of wine, probably have another glass of milk (I'm up to a gallon a week!), drink some water (can you tell I'm thirsty?), and watch some TV. Very exciting for me!
Have a happy start to regular daylight time!
November 01, 2011
We just watched the episode of the office where dwight gives birth to a buttered watermelon. So different watching that pregnant than not.
I also met a woman in staples today who is due a week later than me and didn't look like she was pregnant. I explained to her I am having twins.
Today I received more maternity clothes from my sister in law. She is awesome and I'm very very lucky to have her. This is he first time in my life I feel good about wearing horizontal stripes. ;)
October 30, 2011
I love actions for photoshop...but I'm not going to lie...they are freaking expensive. I can not afford to buy any at the moment, but there are a few that I've tried for free that I love. Oh...if only I could afford the Kubota Actions (I tried them in a free trial for 30 days...they are AMAZING!).
If you have no idea what I'm talking about...Photoshop actions are a recorded sequence of events that, once you press play, will just "happen" to your image. They can do really cool things, most of which I only use at a very low opacity. But you can get some pretty awesome stylized effects too.
One that I LOVE is the Polaroid Generator. It will take any image you have and make it look like a polaroid. There's something about making something new look old that can be nice...and overdone, but nice all the same.
Here are a few examples:
I really love this one. It's Time Zero Expired.
October 26, 2011
I'd like to start out by saying thank you. Thank you for coming such a long way. We are, thankfully, past the terrible oversized T-shirts, our partners over-sized shirts, our partners clothes in general, and those god-forsaken moo-moos. Looking at pregnant women in the '80s and '90s was, for the most part, is a sad sight. I'm sure there were some that could afford super nice, form-fitting maternity clothing. Or, I'm also sure there were plenty that were small enough to fit into their pre-pregnancy clothes their entire pregnancy. We are, thankfully, past the time when pregnant women would wear super stretchy dresses with athletic shoes, whew.
This is a good time for pregnant women and fashion.
We have finally come to appreciate the pregnant form (I attribute this to Demi Moore's famous naked pregnant body on the cover of the August 1991 Vanity Fair...she was awesome). This is something we do, and for the most part, are biologically supposed to do. This is a natural thing for most female bodies. It's nice to find clothing that accentuates the belly (and the boobs for that matter) instead of poorly attempting to hide them. This is the one time in our lives that we feel like it's ok to have a big belly. This is the first time in my life that I've said the word "belly" at least ten times a day. It's a time to be ok with talking about your own belly (Though, I might add, not a time for OTHERS to comment on how big said belly is getting, mind you).
Pregnant women are now encouraged to be sexy. Show a little of this or that...it's ok, you're pregnant. I mean...we are in this "situation" for a reason, right? At some point, we were probably looking a little sexy. Am I right? So, why stop trying to look our best when we can no longer see what shoes we're wearing?
The one question I have for you, Maternity Clothing Designers, is this...why cargo pants?
I mean seriously...why cargo pants? Of all pants for EVERY SINGLE MATERNITY LINE TO CARRY...it's cargo pants? I don't get it. Who needs that extra pocket? That extra bulk? My belly (there goes that word again) is already 4 times its normal size. That, in turn, makes the rest of me LOOK smaller (by comparison only). Why would I want extra bulk around my legs? Why the extra pocket and then, in most cases, make the pants taper making my upper legs and rear look even bigger? This just makes no sense, MCD (that's military speak for Maternity Clothing Designer).
And...really, who needs the extra pocket? What would I put in there? I'm not sure there's any person, pregnant or not, who needs the extra pocket. If you need extra pockets for work (construction workers, artists, etc) you would wear a tool belt or apron or something. The pocket is also in a really unfortunate, not easy-to-get-to location...halfway down my leg. Screw any of those other people, when pregnant, how am I going to reach halfway down my leg to unfasten the not one but TWO buttons on the pocket to get whatever the hell I put in there that I probably forgot about halfway down and now can't remember why I'm sitting on the floor? And now, I can't get up.
Even little boys, who I have to admit look super cute in cargo pants, don't use the freaking pocket.
I know! It must be to put something in there toward the beginning of the pregnancy (you know, when we're excited to be pregnant and we wanted to go shopping for maternity clothes and all Target had was these stupid cargo pants. We didn't want them, but we got them anyway cause that's all they had) and forgetting about it through the dizzying, exciting journey that is pregnancy. The baby comes, we still haven't remembered the thing we put in there, and we pack the maternity clothes away (hopefully sooner, rather than later, BUT we're going to be nice to ourselves because we just birthed one, maybe two, babies). Then we get pregnant to start the whole process again, we unpack all the maternity clothes (so exciting!) and those stupid cargo pants (not so exciting), we find whatever the hell we put in that stupid extra bulky pocket in the first place (now I can't even remember what it was).
So please, MCDs, please make us some casual pants that look good (that we don't have to pay an arm and a leg for) and save the yards of fabric you were going to use for those silly pockets for more pants! See...we all win!
Your friend, and pregnant with twins,
October 23, 2011
I absolutely love this shirt. I am lucky enough to have a sister-in-law who just had twins who also happened to not want any of her maternity clothes anymore. She also had a lot of REALLY CUTE STUFF. And one of them is this shirt. I don't think you can see it in the picture, but there are two sets of baby footprints on it. I would wear this shirt all the time. I would wear it to work if I could.
I'm trying to take these pictures in different locations with some variety. It probably doesn't help with actually documenting the size of the belly...but oh well. I'm getting bigger...and I will continue to get bigger. That is all anyone needs to know. :).
This weekend was fabulous. My mom came and helped me paint the nursery. When I say helped, I mean she painted it while I was at work on Friday and I came home and helped her finish one wall. It was great. And it looks fantastic. We also primed and then I painted the changing table. AND...our swivel rocker came in. It's all so exciting, I forgot to take pictures while the sun was up. So that will have to be another day.
For now, here is week 20.
Yes, I'm still trying to do yoga. And that's all I have to say about that!
Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!
October 18, 2011
October 16, 2011
October 15, 2011
I'll start with the bad.
The boys and I were in a wreck on Thursday morning. Before I get started...we're ok.
I was driving to work and a man in a large truck fell asleep at the wheel while driving. He was going in the opposite direction I was. He crossed over the turning lane and then into my lane. He was basically coming straight for me. I swerved my car to try to get out of his way and he hit my car on the driver's side. The damage went from midway of the driver's door all the way to the back of my car. It spun me around so I was facing the opposite direction on the side of the road.
I was terrified...as you can imagine. So was he. He ran over to me and asked if I was ok. I said, "please call an ambulance, I am pregnant with twins."
The ambulance was called.
I was taken to the hospital.
The mosquitos were terrible.
The EMT's were super nice and careful with me. They all wanted to make sure I (and the babes) were ok.
We get to the hospital in a few minutes and they take me in (this is the first time I have EVER been a patient in a hospital. I was born in a birth center). The ER doctor is checking me out and asking me questions.
But the only thing I could think about was the boys. That's all I wanted to know about. I didn't want any x-rays. I didn't want to continue to answer questions. I just wanted an ultrasound. The poor nurse in the ER had never used a doppler on twins...so she wasn't sure if she was hearing the same twin over and over again or if she was hearing two babies.
For the first time...I really felt like a parent. When I look back at it, I realize that it was a little strange. But nothing felt strange about that feeling at that moment. I honestly didn't care about myself. I knew I was ok enough. I wanted to know how my babies were. While I had a feeling they were ok. I wasn't having any pain there. The air bags didn't deploy in my car, so I didn't have an impact in the front. But I wanted to see them. I wanted to see their skinny bums keep moving so the radiology tech couldn't keep track of them.
I finally got to the ultrasound room. The radiology tech was very nice and quiet. At first, she didn't let me see the screen. I understand that she probably rarely does baby ultrasounds. She was getting calls about all other types of body parts like appendixes and legs and arms. She was keeping the screen facing directly to her because I'm sure that's what she's used to doing. She probably wanted to make sure everything was ok before showing me. I was pretty calm throughout this entire process. I was trying to read her face to see if I could see any signs...good or bad. She was very good at her job and gave me no signs whatsoever.
So I just kept asking questions. And eventually, she turned the screen so I could see. And there they were. My children. All of a sudden they felt like mine. I'm tearing up just as I'm writing this. Because it's true.
I knew I was having babies. I knew I was having twin boys. But, it wasn't until I needed to see them that I knew that they were mine. And that I loved them. Funny how things happen. I know that feeling would have come eventually. But it wasn't until I had the distinct NEED to see them that I understood, finally, how my own mother feels about me. It's a nice feeling.
And here is poor Bonita.
The super sad part about this is that we are literally writing the very last check to pay off Bonita. All of that money was going to go to day care...which we still need :). I'm not sure if I'm hoping that Bonita is totaled or that we can get her fixed. I do love her so and I will be sad to see her go if she has to.
In the meantime...I get to drive a Nissan Rogue. Now, I'm not a fan of huge cars (Bonita is the biggest car I've owned to date. I've owned an '86 honda accord, a geo storm, a cavalier, a 14 year old two-door acura integraand finally the matrix)...but I do like this one. The Rogue has a lot of room, but it's not too big. So I will enjoy it for now. And I'll enjoy being alive and being pregnant. There are so many things to be thankful for!
October 13, 2011
I've had thoughts all along of what I want it to be like...
Clutter-free (at least before they're born...there's going to be plenty of clutter later)
A place to be free
A place for them to eventually play and entertain themselves
It's going to be THEIR room for a long while. In fact, they might be sharing a room til they leave for college :).
So...what am I thinking. While painting can be reasonably cheap $$$-wise, it really is a pain and one of my least favorite things to do. I love the end result, but I hate prepping and moving furniture and all that other stuff. For a long time I always wanted to paint the rooms in my house fun colors...red, orange, navy, green. But now, I would rather paint the walls a neutral color (this goes for large, expensive pieces of furniture, too) and leave the color to the things that I can change on a more regular basis. It is so much easier to make fun pillows or paint a cool lamp than it is to paint a room or buy a new couch.
I digress, because this post was not supposed to be about painting and my own personal color theory (sidebar: I used to be the Arts & Crafts Coordinator at a spend-the-night camp at the beach. Kids used to ask me all the time what my favorite color was. My answer was always, and will always be, "I respect all colors equally." I could go on).
This post is really about what happened to the guest bedroom (soon to be baby room) closet. It should be more of a question: What in the &*(^*% happened to that closet?
This is a bit embarrassing (sorry husband), but doesn't every newly married couple, who doesn't have kids, have one of these. It's where you put all the stuff that you want to keep, but you're not sure where to put. In this case, some stuff of mine from architecture school, the hub's suits that won't fit in his closet, some Christmas decorations, extra linens, extra paper...the list could go on. But the important thing is, this closet did not have an organizer. We now have closet organizers in 3 of our 4 closets and let me tell you what a lifesaving purchase these have been. While we have pretty big closets (all of them are small walk-ins except for 1), they only had a rod and shelf on two sides. This is utterly inefficient. It's amazing how much storage space one can get out of a closet vertically.
Depending on your closet, this could cost between $50-$150. I ordered my most recent organizers (Rubbermaid, white, with the continuous metal bar, not the interrupted kind (in my opinion, this is key)) from AMAZON and they got here in two days for FREE because I have Amazon Prime. I save all the pieces I can't use at the moment because I might need to reorganize at a later date.
I was able to unload the mess, install the new closet system, and load and organize everything back in the closet all within a few hours AND PREGNANT! (Don't worry, I didn't have to do any heavy lifting and the hubs was there when I needed him...I am the fix-it lady in our house. He kept me fed and happy.) I used my trusty cordless drill and a level.
TIP: If you are planning to install a closet system, do not, I repeat DO NOT, try to use the drywall anchors that come with the system. They are CRAP. That is the only negative I know about these systems. Go to your local hardware store and get some screw in drywall anchors that hold 100 lbs and use them. You'll be fine.
Ok. So now for the finished result.
I mean, seriously, is that not amazing?
I will go upstairs just to look at it sometimes, I think it's so pretty.
Plenty of room for mom and dad's stuff, while still plenty of room for babies' stuff. AND...if I need more space, I can put a column of shelves on the back wall (diapers, anyone?).
And, no, Rubbermaid did not give me any money for writing about their product (I'd take some if they'd give it to me...I've got two babies to feed).