Big belly and three months to go!

It's obvious that I'm pregnant now. There is no question about it. This summer two people asked me if I was pregnant when I wasn't. It was awkward as that situation always is. But now I want to play a cruel joke on soemeone. When they make a pregnant comment like, "congratulations!" or "I didn't know you were pregnant," I want to tell them that I'm not just to see the embarrassment on their faces and then tell them that I'm just kidding.



This was last week so I'm probably bigger now too!

Girls weekend (while my man is in Costa Rica)

It's ok because we had a really good time and ate the best casados at a Costa Rican restaurant up in the mountains. Pura Vida restaurant - it's the best! You have to go if you get the chance!

But we did eat too much and the other girls said that they were going to have food babies and that I was going to have a real baby. (or babies)

We got massages and pedicures up there and the massage therapist said the weirdest thing, "Have you gained weight or lost it?"

I wasn't sure how to respond because I have a big huge belly and I couldn't figure out how I could have lost weight and still had a huge belly. So I just said. "um, gained".



Then we went snowshoeing and it was the most beautiful day.




I love Rocky Mountain National Park! My favorite place in the world.

Pants blow out!

Yesterday my pants blew out the ass in the middle of the day.



The funny thing is that I don't know exactly when it happened but my co-worker said that she never saw anything. I was so lucky that it was an unseasonably warm day yesterday and I was able to tie my sweater around my waist. I had to go to the store on my way home as well with my rear end open to the world.

Do it yourself

Not only do I want some DIY projects, but sometimes I feel really selfish and I want to tell people to do it themselves. Pregnancy brings out a whole new level of selfishness. I want to say it is all about the babies, but right now that means that it is all about me. It is not about anybody else's lives or schedules, it is about me.

Let me tell you why: a kiddo in my class asked me why I don't leave my babies at home.

Well, little kiddo, it's because I can't. The babies are inside me and therefore they have to be with me all the time.

So therefore since it is all about the babies, it is automatically all about me.

But I found some great projects on Becky's baby making blog:

Martian Man

Chalkboard Globe (Cool!)

Bird Mobile (or maybe I'll make a martian mobile)

Affirmations for twenty eleven

Last weekend I spent most of Super Bowl Sunday with a group of wonderful women. The goal was to make posters for our goals for the next year. At first I wasn't excited for this endeavor because all I could think of for my goals next year were to have two babies and not try to kill myself. But then my man is into goal making projects and he said that a good goal for me could be to start something that I always wanted to do "if I didn't have to go to work" (like have two miniature babies.)

So then I thought more about it and realized that I do have more goals for next year than were initially easily noticeable. First and foremost, I want to continue as much as possible doing the things I already love.



So we all made posters out of magazines and this is mine. My biggest affirmations for next year are:

Have healthy boys
Get some sleep
Have a garden
Get outside at least once per day
Do yoga
Play guitar
Read
And drink some coffee once the boys come!

There's a little bit more to the poster if you look carefully but that about sums it up!

How to birth??

I have a new journey- thinking about cesarean versus laboring through birth. I'm in the process of collecting stories and putting them all into the Rolodex of my brain and then sorting them out into something that feels like a decision.

With twins, there is a higher likelihood that I will deliver both by cesarean, then there is the possibility that one will be natural, and one will be cesarean, and then there is the possibility that they will both be birthed naturally.

I guess if I had to choose right this second, my ideal is that they are both born naturally; but to know that things would go smoothly, I would choose a planned cesarean so that I could relax.

I just don't know. Luckily I have some time to think about it and be zen about it.

I'll add in some cute twin boy pictures for a little eye candy...

 Again from my favorite blogger mama and the dudes

Anxious to excited!

I turned a huge corner today; I went from feeling anxious most of the time to feeling excited and lucky most of the time. We spent a whole day picking up baby stuff that we were able to find on the cheap from the local twins club. My favorite purchase so far is a semi-brand-new chocolate brown lazy boy for breast feeding and sleeping in. I may use it sooner than that for sleeping when the acid reflux gets to be too unbearable. At any rate it is super comfortable and was pretty cheap!



I'm knitting right along with my first baby blanket but I need my sister to send me more yarn as the rest of my Christman present since I'm getting awfully close to finishing this skein.


We stopped by a friends house on our way home from errands which was fun but unusual because our American culture had lost the art of "dropping by". Just being in someone's neighborhood and knocking on their door has become a thing of the past. But me and my man are ready to resurrect this lost art.

They have 9 month old twins (boy/ girl) and she had tons of great advice for me. But then on our way out, she said that we should just take that huge plastic bin full of boys clothes that was sitting by the front door. Wow! We just got a ton of high quality boys clothes for free. This makes me very excited!


Free!


Free!


Free!

Why I'm not in charge of car stuff

This weekend was full of getting stuff done. I got several loads of laundry done, baked cookies


And made a yummy smoothie with spinach (gotta get my spinach everyday) blueberries, banana, yoghurt and flax seed.

But I also wanted to wash the car and the local VW place does free car washes on Saturdays if you bought your car there. You usually have to wait a while but it is right next to the bike path so you can get a nice walk in while you are waiting.

I wasn't sure what to do when I got there so I waited for a nice salesman to help me out. He told me to just put my name and what kind of car I had down on the waiting list. All of a sudden I realized that I had no idea what kind of car I have. I looked at the list of cars that other people had written to hopefully spark something and when I saw Passat I remembered that my mom had a Passat when I was in high school but I was pretty sure that I didn't have a Passat. So I looked back at the guy and said, "I'm so sorry but I'm not sure what kind of car I have.". My man would have been mortified and the salesman looked pretty shocked but he asked me kindly which car outside was mine. I told him the grey one and he told me, "you have a Jetta". So now I just need to remember the next time I get a free car wash that I have a Jetta.

I'll just chalk that one up to "pregnancy brain" even though most of us know that it had nothing to do with it.