Archive for January, 2008

A small post of thanks.

Thank you, mystery benefactor, for sending us three dozen preemie prefold cloth diapers! They arrived this evening, but there was no packing slip or indication of by whom they were gifted. If you let me know, I will send you a proper thank-you note.

It’s amazing how generous people are when they find out you’re having twins (maybe they’re like this for singletons too, but I wouldn’t know). Yesterday I stopped by a woman’s apartment to pick up two Happy Heinys that I had purchased off Craigslist, and along with the diapers she handed me a big bag of clothes that her sons had outgrown. Tonight I stopped by another home to pick up a bag of secondhand Born Free bottles, nipples, and sippy cups that a woman had e-mailed to offer me when she found out about our impending babies. We have also gotten hand-me-down car seats, a CoSleeper, clothing, playmats, a Bumbo, diapers, blankets, a swing, and other things that I can’t recall at the moment because my brain has turned to mush. We have purchased many other items secondhand. We’ve gotten so many offers from people eager to help that I have actually had to turn some down, which goes completely against my nature.

I am thrilled about this in part because, seriously, who can afford to buy all of this new? and in part because I like that we are contributing less to the corporate consumer cycle. But what pleases me most about it is that this is how the world should work and too often doesn’t. People should support others, and pass along what they no longer need to those who do. People should buy less, and recycle more. People should be kind and generous, and evidently, they are. Who knew?

I truly look forward to telling my children about how good people were to our family when they were entering the world.

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It’s Blog For Choice Day

Blog for Choice Day

NARAL Pro-Choice America wants to know why I vote pro-choice.

I vote pro-choice because I believe that women’s bodies are their own property, and not anyone else’s.

I vote pro-choice because, as someone who is currently 30 weeks pregnant, I am quite certain that no one should ever be forced to do this.

29 weeks 3 days (twins)

29 weeks 3 days (twins)

I vote pro-choice because I love my soon-to-be children, and want them to have all of the rights and opportunities that I have had.

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I’ve got the full-of-baby whines

It’s hard for a lot of women who are pregnant after infertility to feel okay about whining. After all of the diligent temperature taking and the checking of cervical mucus and the tests and the medications and the doctors’ bills and everything, there’s a sense of guilt if you admit that you’re feeling less than wonderful at any given moment. But happy as I am to have wiggly babies in me, I will confess there are a few things I don’t love so much about pregnancy.

1) Stretch marks. It’s not an aesthetic problem; the damn things are uncomfortable! I’m using three different oils and creams four times a day, and still they itch. And they are tender. Which leads to our next whine . . .

2) Girth. Again, not an aesthetic problem. I just don’t have a very good sense of where my belly is anymore, and I keep bonking it into things. I have to use the large bathroom stall, because I have trouble closing the doors on the small ones without whacking one of my kids in the head. I get stabbed by the corners of my desk, and I occasionally get a little too intimate with people in the elevator. (Excuse me, madam! Is that a belly full of babies, or are you just happy to see me?)

3) The Crotchal Pain of Doom (CPoD). Because my misaligned pelvis is spreading about as gracefully as a giraffe on ice skates, I hurt a lot. I walk like a Weeble, tilting dramatically from side to side. I actually have to lift my legs with my hands in order to do challenging things like putting on pants or getting into the car.

4) Sleeping. Because of the CPoD, simply maneuvering my body into the bed requires a deftness and care to which I am unaccustomed. Husband came into the room last night to find me sitting in the middle of the bed looking, he said, like the world had ended. I told him that I was just trying to convince myself that the whole ‘lying down’ thing was really worth it.

Here is my (non) artist’s rendering of my nighttime positioning:

Pregnant, I sleep with many pillows

The colorful square things are pillows, in case you can’t tell. And once I’m wedged into them, getting back out of bed is both very difficult and very painful. Which makes the last item on today’s list particularly unfair.

4) Peeing. I’ve started keeping track of how often I go to the bathroom each night. On Sunday night, I fell asleep at 11:30, then got up to pee at 12:30, 1:30, 3, 3:30, 4:30, 5:45, 6:45, 7:45, and finally got up for good at 8:30. That was a record-setter, but most nights I get up 4-6 times. I’ve gone twice just while writing this post.

Edited to add: 5) Inability to count.

So that’s my life right now. Stripy, enormous, Weeblish, tired, and full of pee. Am I still thrilled to be pregnant? You bet! Am I ready to smack the next person who responds to my whines with, “Well, you asked for it?” Definitely!

You have been warned.

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Baby shower! Babies are all clean now.

My baby shower on Saturday was lovely. I am so lucky to have wonderful, creative friends like Peggy and Annika, who threw me a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party, complete with wee crustless sandwiches, tea, artisanal cookies, and a hat-decorating competition. I may have cried a little, but I’m pretty sure no one can prove it.

Mad Hatter's Food Table (baby shower)

hat table (baby shower)

Oh – and also the world’s most amazing diaper cake! Check this thing out.

Diaper Cake & Dormouse (baby shower

This diaper cake is now sitting, intact, on top of the changing table, because I cannot bear to take it apart. Honestly, how am I supposed to disassemble that cuteness? How?

And speaking of cuteness, here is Annika’s son Sam playing “ring around the preggo.” He circled me about 10 times before discovering something more interesting across the room. Perhaps his parents shouldn’t have let him watch so much Shark Week.

sam playing "ring around the preggo"

The babies later sent a message via morse code to indicate that they were well pleased with the food, gifts, and attention.

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This and that and those.

At 28 weeks and 1 day, I finally feel like I can relax a little about this pregnancy. The OB told me today that “if you delivered these babies tomorrow – and I’m not saying you should – they’d be okay!” They are each about two and a half pounds, healthy and active, and breech as all get-out. There’s still plenty of time for them to turn, but Husband now has orders to speak to them only from below my bellybutton. I am also considering sitting naked on top of a disco ball. Look, kids; shiny!

In other news, I am torn between Barack Obama and John Edwards for the primary. Oh, and I got some knitting done.

Diaper soakers! Annika’s pattern.

Diaper soakers

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Did I miss something?

From the LA Times:

The results claimed one casualty on the Democratic side, Sen. Christopher J. Dodd of Connecticut, and one Republican, Sen. Joseph R. Biden Jr. of Delaware, both of whom said they were dropping out of the race.

They’ll probably correct it before you see this*, but here’s the link anyway.

*Oh! They are so speedy! Already fixed. Still funny, though.

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Third trimester = Ton of bricks

Today I am 27 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and very, very tired. Not tired of being pregnant – despite everything, I still kind of love being pregnant – but just tired. I finally gave in and saw a chiropractor about the Crotchal Pain of Doom, and was thrilled to discover that after the appointment I could walk without waddling, and put on my shoes without crying. Rolling over in bed still hurts a lot, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.

Thanks to Husband’s diligent feeding, I have now gained TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS! My goal is forty, and I’m beginning to think I might actually get there.

But you didn’t come here to hear about all this. You came for the belly photos. So here they are. They were taken right before bed, so don’t judge me too harshly for the sweatpants.

27 weeks 2 days (twins)

27 weeks 2 days (twins)

27 weeks 2 days (twins)

How ’bout those stretch marks, eh? I grease my belly faithfully at least three times a day with Mother’s Special Blend and Mama Bee Belly Butter, but the stretch marks come anyway. I thought they would bother me, but they really don’t. In a strange way, I’m kind of fond of them now.

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