Twin Boys

I've found some blogs out there that I adore and they post the best pics.  So when I need a little inspiration, I find the mamas and the boys that give me smiles:

from my favorite blog twinsomnia

from my other favorite blog mama and the dudes

some summer fun from twin town

ok one more from them  (so great!)

So I asked my man for a "pregnancy present" since I didn't get to take part in the whole give-your-spouse-a-wedding-present thing.  At the time, I didn't know that such a thing even existed since you are already spending a bit of money and getting lots of presents.  But apparently the spouses do often give each other presents.  So my man bought himself a present with the expectation that either he or I would give me present.  But what did I want?  At that time, I couldn't come up with a single thing.  But now I've got it.  A new camera.  One to take these beautiful photographs with.  One to capture these precious lives.  The camera that I have now takes about 14 seconds from the time that I press the shutter button to when the shutter actually opens and with baby boys, I don't think that they will hold their cuteness for 14 seconds.  So we are going to be on the prowl for a new nicer camera.

Man burgers

Two boys! Everyone was wrong (except Adam) especially me. I had visions of two girls and vibes of one of each but I was even more wrong- two boys!

So now I'm picturing two boys blowing up frogs, blowing up our toilet, blowing up the microwave. Why am I picturing all this? Probably because my man loves to talk about all the stuff he blew up growing up.

Yowza!

But then I also try to picture two healthy happy boys (awww)and I know that's what we'll get!

Shopping and the muppets

I've been feeling kind of down lately, not really wanting to be pregnant and I tried to go for a walk after work today but it was entirely too cold and windy. So I decided to stop at the local second hand store since I'm now doing laundry every three days since I only have three days worth of clothes that are comfortable.

I love second hand stores! I spent round sixty bucks and got 5 pairs of pants, 2 sweaters, 1 long sleeve shirt and 8 short sleeve shirts. I can't actually count them right now because they are in the washer on hot hopefully killing all the bed bugs, so those figures are from my head.

Do you ever watch the show "What Not to Wear" because I'm addicted to the show. Not for the fashion advice, but to watch how people's perception of themselves change throughout the episode. I kind of feel like I'm my own episode because after I started trying on some new second hand maternity clothes, I started to feel less down. Up until now, I've been covering up my belly. Not only because I just recently started tell people but also because it was just awkward. But now I want to show it off and I'm feeling more "in my body" because of it.

I haven't seen the muppets in maybe twenty years but about a month ago I got the following lyrics stuck in my head.

Moving right along in search of good times and good food,
With good friends you can't lose, this could become a habit.

Opportunity knocks once, lets reach out and grab it,
Together we'll nab it,
We'll hitchhike, bus or yellow cab it!

I obviously haven't looked up the words, that's just what I remember.

But THEN- my coworker started belting it out walking down the hallway this week. I haven't heard it in twenty years and now this! It must be a sign. But what....? Should we name the sliders after the muppets?

Kermit and Gonzo?
Scooter and Beaker?

I just don't know.

Getting pregnancy exercise!

I love the mountains...

The fresh air, getting outside and the beautiful views. I finally had enough energy to have a little snow snow stroll outside of Crested Butte.



Fortunately I stayed way within the speed limit.



We snowshoed (flat terrain) for six miles in four hours!

High altitude and the sliders

A three day weekend that we decided to turn into four and we headed up to the mountains. At first I was worried about taking the twins (we've taken to calling them the "sliders (mini-burgers)" up to the mountains, because I've heard that one shouldn't go to high altitude during pregnancy so I called my perinatalogist. And she said that as long as I don't ski and get crazy that I can spend weekends up in the mountains and that a lot of the information out there is incorrect. So I believe her.

We got into Crested Butte in the evening and our condo is beautiful!



I can't ski but I can send the folks off on a beautiful bluebird day!





I was thinking of snowshoeing while I was here but last night my resting heart rate was hovering around 100 beats per minute. I went up the stairs at the condo (slowly) and my heart rate was 132! I got all worried again until my man told me that normal resting heart rates are 60-80 and the the lovely Internet told me that pregnant heart rates are 30-50% higher than normal rates. Either way, I decided to take it slow today.

I headed into town for a coffee and some knitting.



On our first night in the condo folks made lasagna and apple crisp and the apple crisp smelled like a cinnamon roll. It was killing me because we had to wait for a couple of folks to arrive before we ate and at one point I decided that Imight die if I didn't get a cinnamon roll. So this morning, the jolly (shout out to Claire) coffee shop had cinnamon rolls!

And I ended up buying the local paper too. Although the coffee shop wouldn't take my 50 cents because she "wouldn't even know where to put it"



And my horoscope was pretty interesting. I'll paraphrase: you won't encounter any monsters, vampires or ghosts in 2011 but that doesn't mean that your year will be boring, in fact just the opposite.

The sliders are coming!

Back jack bo back

Yesterday, I threw out my back,
Not into the trash or into a sack.
Not doing anything but gettin' into the car,
Which forbade me from goin' too far.

I am allowed no medicine to take,
Only the rest and give my body a break.
But when in pain there ain't much relaxin'
Layin' down only helped me a fraction.

But on a snowy Sunday the chiropractor was beckon'd,
And to the best that I can maybe reckon,
She snapped my back back to where it should be,
And brought my pain down to minimal-lee.

Lots of heat pads, ice and complainin',
Has got me through the day and I'm just a sayin',
Don't go throwin' out your back,
When you're pregnant and that is that.

A meat-eating vegetarian

My man brought home 5 deer this past fall and has been feeding me a bite here or there when he cooks it.

I always said that I would maybe eat meat once I was pregnant and although I don't crave it in that pregnant "I must have this or I'll go crazy" kind of way; I do look at meat now as something tasty and delicious.

So tonight, after a rough day, my man made me some venison medallions for dinner.

With yummy orange juice to really bring out the flavor!



And sauteed garlic on top.



I wonder if I'll still eat meat after I'm not pregnant anymore. Right now I think probably not.

Boob Job

So I told my work on Tuesday that I was pregnant with twins and it was a nice relief. People were asking me if I went skiing over the vacation and when I said "no" they looked at me like I had blood coming out of my nose and they weren't sure if they should say anything or not.

But now everyone is looking at me like I just got a boob job. I'll walk down the hall and people will smile at me and say hi and then immediately look at my stomach to see if anything looks different. I feel like those movie stars with the huge racks who are saying "up here.. My eyes are up here".

I'm only 15 weeks but I do have two little monkeys in there so this is what I look like at work with a sweater or sweatshirt on:



"Does she have a bump or doesn't she?"



"Oh yeah, she's definitely pregnant"

So without a big heavy over shirt, it is pretty obvious. I don't often strip down to this layer at work (at least not in the middle of winter). But sometimes if my sweater is open, you can see the bump and that is when I feel the most like I just got a boob job.

Back to work

Who would have thunk that going back to work would lift my spirits a bit. I think also all the awesome feedback from everyone that hating pregnancy is ok helped too.

I also decided to join the local chapter of the National Organization of Mothers of Twins Club, Inc. which is quite a mouthful and seems a little bit redundant but is also helping me feel better and more connected.

I'm so glad that I actually was happier being at work than being bored on vacation.... Weird

Yarn store and depression

The good news: the yarn store was a success. I got a new needle and got started on a new project with the yarn that my sister got me for Christmas.



The bad news: I'm getting really sad and unable to control a lot of my emotions. Overwhelmed about the health risks of having twins, overwhelmed about the idea of having two infants here in a couple of months, overwhelmed by the thought of maybe buying a new house, oh, and then I have these hormones running through my body that are making me feel horrible, sad and overwhelmed.