Not Discussing Hockey
Because we OBVIOUSLY need a new post wherein my husband is not RUBBING MY NOSE IN IT, I decided to get off my damn lazy butt and write something!
So. Uhhh…..
Oh yeah! We had another sonogram (notice how these are getting more and more frequent?), and the babies look fantastic. In fact, the one with the single umbilical artery is bigger than her sister, so she’s doing fantabulous! Which makes us very happy.
Our appointments have all been moved to every 2 weeks instead of 3, so we’ll have even MORE to say about them! I realize this makes only us and our families excited, but if it doesn’t make you happy, sorry, but stuff it.
I made straight A’s this semester. Obviously, I either had very understanding professors, or very delusional professors who perhaps mistook me for someone else who actually showed up to class. Since I’m not sure which it was, I’m keeping my mouth shut and just going with it.
David has made comments lately about how he should just buy me mumu’s and that he can’t fit on the love seat with me very easily anymore. So far, I’ve managed not to kill him, but the urge is getting stronger and stronger……
We haven’t told my parents or Captain Stinky that the names are now taken care of, so my mother’s getting anxious. Basically, she’d be hurt if I wouldn’t tell her, so I’m just saying things like, “hmmmm, we’re talking about it” and leaving it at that. So she brings it up EVERY. DAY. Just in case. And she looks to see what the most popular names are, in case we’d like to know, etc. So far, I’ve managed not to burst out laughing.
And we need a king-sized bed. Obviously. Because the queen we have now is not big enough to fit me, my enormous belly, all of my various pillows, and David in it all at once.
The people at my office are throwing me a shower. Maybe I should register for one?
By Sandi | May 13, 2008 | 9 Comments »
A new post
It has been brought to my attention that I have not posted in quite some time. Therefore, I shall attempt to post something today.
We are 22 weeks, 2 days pregnant
I saw my baby’s face Monday
No news on the job front.
Girls are more expensive.
So I’ve been told.
I haven’t been fishing.
No change - August delivery (10th-16th)
5 is a good size family, right?
EDIT:
Or SWEPT IN FOUR!!!! lol…
There you go. My attempt to post without referencing the Western Conference Finals for the 2007-2008 Stanley Cup Championship between the WINGS and the Stars.
By David | May 10, 2008 | 4 Comments »
21 Weeks, 3 Days
Friday, Baby B didn’t move all day. It wasn’t until late that night that I thought I might have finally felt a little twitch from her. It scared me to death, but at the same time, I didn’t want to panic. Baby A moves all the dang time. Maybe Baby B was just a little sick of it all. But still, I worried all weekend.
Because even when she did move, it was weak compared to Baby A. They are supposed to be at the same stage, right? And today was our next sonogram, so I felt myself pacing internally, waiting for the doctor to tell me I was over-reacting, and that everything was fine.
Which he did. Everything IS fine. And then he said something that I was completely unprepared for.
“They’re two different people. You can’t compare them to each other. They’re going to have different schedules and different habits. Just look for changes in her behavior, specifically. Don’t compare her to the other twin.”
I am a psychology major. And a child development major. And I’m having identical twins. That’s like a research project in your own home! All through college, I’ve read and studied and analyzed twin studies. Most often, psychologists study the ways twins are eerily the same. The same habits. The same thoughts. Even the same clothing. The same, the same, the same. Which makes sense, because they have the same DNA, right? They are, essentially, clones of the other.
And yet, obviously, they are not. I am incubating a gymnast and a couch potato. Both with the same DNA. One constantly kicks her sister the head, and the other just tries to stay out of the way and not draw attention to herself. One may be my tomboy, while the other may very well be the little princess I’m so nervous of.
And yet, today? I feel totally unafraid. I’m having these two girls, and they each already have different personalities. And they are ours. And they are loved so much already! And? Instead of the aliens that David keeps claiming they look like, they were officially dub’d humans! With profiles, and little pug noses with pouty lips. (Of course, maybe you would have pouty lips too if you kept getting kicked in the head by your roommate.)
This is our daughter. The couch potato. Baby B, specifically. Baby A is too ornery to show her profile or face or whatever. She’d rather look at my backbone.
If you don’t see a baby there, here are a few hints. This is her profile. The big round circle is the outline of her head. She’s looking toward the top of the picture. The rest of her is wadded up in a ball. How she prefers it, apparently.
So there. 1/2 of our litter. And probably the calm one of the two.
By Sandi | May 5, 2008 | 16 Comments »
21 Weeks
So this afternoon, my sweet, adorable, smartass husband was driving me to Pei Wei for lunch. It was a beautiful day, so we had the windows down and were just enjoying the fabulous weather. We got to the stop sign at the end of the neighborhood, and looked at the new construction on the roads to see how far it had gotten, when suddenly, David says, “Honey, don’t backup!”
I had no idea what he was talking about. I gave him with a look that clearly said so. And then I heard it.
“Beep! Beeep! Beeeeep!”
I glanced around at there was a truck backing up.
My husband was comparing me to a truck. A beeping truck.
Yeah.
EDIT — TIME OUT!
My only defense….honey….is the story YOU told the entire world wide web back on April 6 when you wrote:
“,,,This weekend, we went to Sams. And the lady at the door saw me coming, and got me one of those electronic carts to ride in. I thought it was pretty embarrassing, but I didn’t realize HOW embarrassing until I tried to back up. Ya’ll. I BEEPED. Like a truck. Waaaa! Waaaa! Waaaa! I stopped backing up as quickly as I could, and just started going around things instead. ….Today, we went to Walmart. Different lady. Same reaction. Same beeping.”
And admit it. You laughed, too. — David
By Sandi | May 2, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Showdown a-comin’…..
If you don’t care about hockey, move along — there nothing to see here.
However….if you have any interest at all in hockey….particularly hockey involving the Detroit Red Wings, Dallas Stars, Colorado Powder Puffs Avalanche and the San Jose’ Starfish Sharks….please….read on.
Oh yeah, there is some other teams in the Eastern Conference (Philly Flyers, Pittsburgh Penguins, New York Rangers & Montreal Canadians), but they really don’t count. So, moving on…
As it stands right now, it looks like the Red Wings will sweep the Avalanche in 4 straight games. It might take five, but really…..so far…..it looks like my friend Lori’s son’s team could beat Colorado and they are what? 12 years old? Yeah, so…probably a sweep. That will put Detroit in the Western Conference Finals.
And, despite a very lackluster start to the 2007-2008 season, the Stars came on strong after the All-Star break, took another little slump in March and have wiped out the Ducks and are now poised to S-W-E-E-P the San Jose Sharks. That would put the Stars in the Western Conference Finals.
[Edit: See, I didn't believe the Stars would sweep San Jose....they enjoy playing out in the Shark Tank WAY too much to win it at home.]
Against the Red Wings. Yeah. So my home-state team, the Red Wings, will be playing my new adopted-state Stars. The team my wife lives and breathes for (unless she’s pregnant, then its a little less).
It may get a little TENSE in the house, you know? She handled the regular season spankings wins by the Red Wings over the Stars fairly well, but….now…lordy. A house divided……blah, blah, blah…..
There is a showdown a-comin’ in Dallas (and Detroit) and things could get a little ugly.
Oh, and we’ve decided on names for the babies. They are
(hee hee hee…sorry, that’s just fun to do)
By David | April 30, 2008 | 9 Comments »
Life, Updated
So the highest authority that needed to approve me working from home wouldn’t. So I work from home 50% and work 50%. Better than nothing, but still going to be difficult.
As of 4:15 pm this afternoon, school is over for me. So far, I’ve made an A and A+. I’ll find out the rest later this week.
Now, I’ll have lots of time left on my hands….
….yep. Lots more time. To do…..something.
Something besides incubate. Like maybe read a book. That has a story. With characters and everything!
Or maybe sew more baby clothes and blankets.
Or…..something….
By Sandi | April 28, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Obligatory Belly Shot
Okay, okay. You guys keep asking, so fine! I haven’t done a belly shot until now because every time I see it, I’m a little more horrified. But, fine. See how much I love you, Internet? I’m doing it for YOU.
THIS is my gut. With two kids in it, battling for whatever the hell they’re battling for.
From what I remember, I was this big with Captain Stinky just before delivery. This time? I’m not even 20 weeks yet. HO.LEE. CRAP!
Can you imagine what I’m going to look like at 30 weeks? I’m skerd.
PS - David’s right. The movie was THAT bad.
(Note: Honey, no one does 11-months pregnant like you do, babycakes. ;-) )
By Sandi | April 21, 2008 | 8 Comments »
I wish I could forget
Sandi & I went out on a date last night. Capt. Stinky stayed with her folks and we were alone! Because I’m a romantic at heart, we started our evening (okay, it was 4:45 pm, but almost evening) with a trip to Home Depot to find replacement casters, paint, stripping gel, machine bolts, washers and wing nuts. There is a bassinet that has been in Sandi’s family for many, many generations and we are going to give it a little update (new hinges, casters and paint) and use a wood burner to write all the names of the people who have used it onto the bottom. Cool idea, huh? (We’ll be adding the names….lol…oh please…like I’d tell you now? 
) Anyway, we made our purchase, made a quick stop at Sonic to get some drinks and then headed for the theater.
The time alone with Sandi, I cherish. The time just holding her hand and barely move along as we walk down the sidewalk is a simple pleasure I enjoy greatly. We talk about nothing, but it means everything. These are the things I hope to never forget.
The movie, however, I can’t wait to forget. “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” is one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. No, we didn’t walk out. We maximized our $18 and suffered through the whole thing….or….Sandi was tired and it took the entire movie for her to be ready to walk again….but…either way, we stayed. Parts of the movie were bad. Other parts were REALLY bad. The movie starts with a variety of shots of the lead character, completely nude, waving his schmeckle around, being dumped by the infamous Sarah Marshall. And. It. Doesn’t. Get. Any. Better.
Secretly, I was worried. What if the movie was actually really good and I had simply become “old” and just didn’t get it? It’s good having a wife 9.5 years younger. She thought it was a stinker, too. The brunette chick, Rachel (Mila Kunis) in the movie is totally hot and Sarah (Kristen Bell) is okay, but everyone and everything else? Peee-Youuuu!!!
We left and walked back to the car, laughing about how horrible the movie was, went home and caught a bit of a program about the Appalachian Mountains on the Science Channel…..okay….maybe I’ve become a little bit old…lol… Hopefully the memory of that movie will be my first brain cells to go……
By David | April 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
19 Weeks
I’m not entirely convinced I’ll ever see my feet again.
(17ish weeks to go….I’ve seen and smelled your feet. They’re still there, honey — hunkahunka burnin’ love)
By Sandi | April 18, 2008 | 5 Comments »
18 Weeks, 6 Days
So it all worked out. I work at home until July, which would be when the 12 week FMLA countdown begins. I’m good with that.
Captain Stinky’s birthday party was a HUGE success. I’m good with that too.
The girls are growing at a rate that, to me, seems very fast. Good for them, but GOODNESS, does it hurt! And sleeping has become a huge problem. If I lay on my left side (which is the one recommended for pregnancy), Baby B gets angry and punches/kicks me. If I lay on my right, Baby A gets into the game. I imagine they’re both in there, plotting on ways to get me back for stuff already. (These two are SOOOOO mine & David’s spawn!)
The doctors say they both look very healthy at this point. Baby B only has a single umbilical artery (supposed to have 2), but that only means they’ll be watching her carefully to monitor growth and stuff. Which, they were going to be doing anyway, so there’s no cause for alarm.
But the artery thing doesn’t stop her from being our troublemaker. She’s the spitfire of the two. She kicks and punches and wiggles like nobody’s business! Although, Baby A doesn’t take all this in stride. She’s tried a time or two to claw her way out through my belly button. We’ve tried to reason with these two - tried explaining that they have to stay in there and behave, but so far, they just scoff at us and try again.
David’s starting to put two and one together - he’s realized that we’ll be going through terrible two’s X 2 at the same time Captain Stinky becomes a teenager. He’s realized that we’ll be dealing with double dating, and two proms, and boys boys boys! So he and Captain Stinky have developed a plan. A plan, that ultimately means our daughters will never get married. May never have more than one date (if the poor boys last THAT long!) I’m so proud!
Oh! And before I forget! To my dear sister-in-law, who made the comment about the Stars even being in the NHL? I am not offended! In fact, I have too much estrogen in my body to even give much thought to it! The most alarming thing about this pregnancy so far is the almost complete lack of gut-wrenching interest in NHL activities that I used to (pre-pregnancy) possess. So, while I LOVE that you’re willing to spar me into action? Meh. Try next season. I’m hoping to care again once I am the sole inhabiter of my own body again.
By Sandi | April 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
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