>All in the span of 30 minutes, my friend sent me a link to two dresses on eBay and then …
Maddy and Libby decided that it would be fun to stand at our faux tree and shake it, shake it, shake it.
Somehow get their little hands into the gas fireplace and retrieve the small rocks and try to eat them.
Libby took a tumble down two carpeted steps. It didn’t hurt her, but it did give her a little scare.
Hmmm, I wonder if these dresses are a coincidence? I think not!
>Around these parts, it’s been a lot of …
- skinny dipping and al fresco bathing (for Maddy and Libby). So much easier when you can bathe two babies outside in their pool and there’s minimal clean up.
- running (for me) I ran in a 10K race today, hill repeat workout on Wednesday, and two other early morning runs this week.
- yard sale (my parents) They hosted one today at our house while I was out running the 10K. We did get rid of a lot of shiot. Thank goodness and I may be able to walk in my basement once again.
- birthdays. Maddy and Libby’s was last week and my MIL’s was earlier this week with her party tomorrow.
- eatin’. (Maddy and Libby). They have been loving fresh fruits and veggies. They seriously shovel it in with two hands. I can barely put it on their high-chair tray before they are gone. Tomatoes, strawberries, peaches, apricots, plums, avocado … you name it. Is it bad that I mentioned to my neighbor turned gardener how much they love tomatoes? Now to hit up my other neighbor who’s chickens finally laid eggs. Now if I can just find a cow to milk in our neighborhood and I’ll be all set!
>I’m 6 weeks into my Labor Day half-marathon training plan and I’m already down one toenail. I think it’s probably from the half-marathon I ran back in May, but it fell off yesterday leaving me with a very funny looking pedicure.
It feels really good to be back into running on a regular basis. I typically run with a group of girls at 5:45 AM two days a week, and then I do a long run with the entire group on the weekends.
Our 5:45 AM group has been dubbed “the crazy girls” and it’s very fitting. I think nearly all of us are married, kids, working, but all dedicated to running and motivating one another. It’s nice to have the time to chat with the other girls about the important things (like 1st birthday party planning, in-laws, future runs) and the not-so-important things (local running gossip, Target sales on C9 running gear, and what’s for dinner). Plus, it is huge for me to be held accountable and know that I better get my ass out of bed and make it there.
For once, I may actually keep on running after I finish my next event!
>I wish I could have witnessed this little moment tonight, but I was out running hills with my Janes running group.
My parents are still visiting so they fed the girls dinner tonight since I had a hair appointment at 4:45 and then I was going to meet the girls to run at 6.
So, Grans had prepared a yummy dinner of steamed veggies (fresh green beans, squash, new potatoes), tomato, and fresh peaches. I’m not sure if they had a meat or not.
Maddy had started “blowing raspberries” earlier today and since Libby has been able to do this and “give kisses” on command for quite a while, Mom was practicing with her while they drank their bottles. From what I was told it went something like this …
Grans: “Maddy, give me a raspberry.”
Maddy: silence, drinking bottle and not stopping.
Libby: Pops bottle out of mouth, gives a kiss, and pops bottle back in.
Libby did this 3 times … I guess making sure that no one was left out of a kiss and that she wasn’t upstaged by her sister! Who knew that sibling rivalry started so soon?!
>My dinner tonight was four sugar cookies that my Mom made.
I must get my eating habits or lack thereof back on track.
By the way, it was one of the new Martha recipes and they were really good. She didn’t do the spoon shape, but still really yummy.
Like so good I really want to go back and get another. Damn.
I was hooked on the Food Network by then and was watching a marathon of Bobby Flay’s Throwdown show. This episode in particular. I had already decided that eggplant Parmesan sounded wonderful and that I was going to ask Hubby if he would go to Positano, our favorite Italian restaurant to pick up some takeout for dinner.
>It was Friday and I’ve been on bed rest only since Tuesday, but at home since Thursday afternoon. I was determined that I could still work from home (and had a Doctor’s note to prove it), but when I called to talk to my company I was told that my FMLA was started on Wednesday.
I found this totally unfair since I had no say in the matter whatsoever and honestly, I was apprehensive about having to start my twelve weeks of FMLA. All I could think about was what if my babies aren’t born for four more, six more, seven more weeks and I have to go back to work in such a short amount of time after they are here? When I posed my questions, there was no clear answer, so I just had to believe that everything would somehow work out.
I had a nice talk with the 2nd in command at my (former) company and I quickly realized that nothing I did or said was going to change anything. I may or may have not said “f*** it” after I got off the phone and laid back down on the sofa to watch some rerun on Bravo.
On Friday night, I was sore from staying in one position, so Hubby brought home a heating pad which really did offer some relief. I also took a bath because the thought of standing in a shower was a little overwhelming. My belly felt so heavy and it’s easy to imagine that a teeny little baby could just slip outta there.
I started having some pretty regular contractions for a while on Friday evening. I called the nurse and I monitored them like she suggested, but they subsided before they got too regular. I had also been switched to a new medicine to stop the contractions that hopefully would help me from feeling like a racehorse.
I was hoping for some sleep that night and also asked Hubby to sleep in the bed. I realize that this sounds strange, but I had become so uncomfortable sleeping in the past few weeks, I knew that I wasn’t a fun bed partner. I also had to get up to got to the bathroom several times a night, plus I was sleeping with two pillows under my head, and two to three under legs, propping up the belly, etc. so there wasn’t really any room for him. I personally think he was more comfortable by himself anyway!
So I was off to bed with prayers for safe babies to stay put!
>Were spent on bedrest in the hospital. I was on monitors 24/7 so I was able to see the heartbeats of Baby A and Baby B … we didn’t know the genders back then, nor had we decided on names.
The monitors also showed contractions which sometimes I could feel and other times not at all. I was lucky to have several visitors (friends from work, and my in-laws) who kept me in magazines and books.
Hubby stayed with me at the hospital, including sleeping on an awful fold out couch. If any of your significant others out there have to do this, have them request an extra egg crate pad … according to Hubby it made a world of difference. Luckily, I had a laptop and wireless, so I think the majority of my time was spent online, napping on my left side, and eating. Every time I turned around, I was getting a meal or a snack. It’s hospital food, but I found out that the sugar cookies were pretty darn good.
I received the second steroid injection for lung development, more meds to keep my contractions at bay, and I also had an IV of fluids to keep me hydrated. Another word of caution, that IV of fluids will make you gain about 7 pounds in three days and you’ll go home feeling and looking similar to a beached whale.
I also found out that one of my yoga buddies who was about 28 weeks pregnant with twin boys had been admitted. Since we really couldn’t get up and about, we commiserated with each other on the phone.
I was released on Thursday to spend the rest of my pregnancy on bed rest at home, taking Terbulatine to stop contractions. They upped my dose since I would no longer be on monitors and it made me feel like I was on speed. Not that I could get much sleep anyway, but with having to get up to go to the bathroom every hour and feeling my heart race wasn’t a very relaxing few days.
So the next few days, I spent a lot of time with Zeus and Zoe, lying on my left side trying to enjoy daytime TV.