Before my husband left for work today he asked me to clean the nursery. Sure hun, right after I feed babies, deal with the Schwan's guy, read, eat, feed babies again, nap (me and he babies), wake up real quick as you come up the driveway, feed babies, blog. Have I mentioned that I'm the worlds worst housewife? I cant cook to save my life, hence the Schwan's. Hubby's an awesome cook and enjoys doing it, but sometimes I feel like a better wife if I pop something in the oven before I leave for work so he doesn't have to worry about it. And I hate to clean. I'm not neat at all. I think the floor is just one big laundry basket and don't even talk to me about under the bed. Before my husband and I got serious, I begged him to get back with his last girlfriend so she could clean the house.
The babies have just started to grab things with their hands,so I tried to get them to do it. I mean, it is their rooms and their things. They gotta learn to clean after themselves sometime, right? I mean I've been cleaning their butts for almost 5 months now, it's time they start pitching in. I even tried to get our foster dog Abby to help. She was real good at picking stuff up, not so good at putting it where it went, or letting it go. It's so hard to find good help these days.
Luckily for me, I'm pretty good with the whole baby thing. I mean, 'cause really, hubby doesn't have any other reason for keeping me around.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Halloween Fail, Parenting Win and TMI
We didn't make a big deal out of Halloween this year. For these reasons: Our big kids are just a bit too big for trick-or-treating, the little ones are too little to enjoy it, it isn't a big deal, and it fell on a Monday. I had planned on ordering costumes for the babies afterwards to get them on sale since it was just for pictures anyway, but my husband insisted I order them before. They arrived at my inlaws house about noon yesterday. Instead of dropping the babies off there and going to work, like I do half the time, I just stayed home and waited for hubby. Just as I was leaving he asked me "Are those costumes for next year"..."No? They're at your moms, they just got there."...long story short, he made me feel bad for not having them sooner (I still am not sure what he would have done with them, I was working yesterday evening after all) and I drove to work feeling like the worlds most neglectful parent.
But my girls most awesome pediatrician (see previous posts) made it all better today. The girls are right about the 50th percentile for height and weight, Savannah being a little smaller at 13lb5oz and Heather at 13lb11oz. For the actual age. She said not to even worry about the whole "adjusted age" bit anymore, they are well past the preemie stage and are doing everything they are supposed to on time. We would have started rice cereal today but hubby was asleep when I got home. I love him, but he's not my favorite right now.
*TMI Alert*
Exactly one year ago today, the girls were conceived :) I know this because I kept track of that stuff when I was trying.
But my girls most awesome pediatrician (see previous posts) made it all better today. The girls are right about the 50th percentile for height and weight, Savannah being a little smaller at 13lb5oz and Heather at 13lb11oz. For the actual age. She said not to even worry about the whole "adjusted age" bit anymore, they are well past the preemie stage and are doing everything they are supposed to on time. We would have started rice cereal today but hubby was asleep when I got home. I love him, but he's not my favorite right now.
*TMI Alert*
Exactly one year ago today, the girls were conceived :) I know this because I kept track of that stuff when I was trying.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Told you so!
I knew I'd get off-track with my blogging. It's not like I don't have the time or things to say, I usually just end up finding something else to do, like reading someone else's blog like Minivan Macgyver (Jen is such an inspiration to me, although I suspect she'd think me weird for saying so). As it turns out, I'm going to have plenty of time to blog since I got laid off last night. I'm not terribly upset about it, the money wasn't worth the hassle and gas of getting there. I am a little offended though, I was performing a very very menial task (I wont even embarrass myself by revealing what it was), and out of everyone else there, I was considered most expendable? My only worry is insurance.
A week before we found out I was pregnant, my husband was diagnosed with a very rare liver cancer called cholangiocarcinoma and was given a few months to live. Luckily we got a second opinion and found someone not far from home that would do the surgery that could potentially save his life. We were very fortunate, only a few hospitals in the US would even consider the surgery, and the one an hour from our home was one of them. A few weeks before his surgery was scheduled, we went to my first doctor appointment and she did an ultrasound. She was quiet for a few minutes, then waved him over and pointed at the screen. "Here's baby number 1..." I wont ever forget that. All three of us, doctor included went "Oh, shit!". She gave us 10 minutes to freak out before continuing the ultrasound. When the morning of the surgery came, the resident asked me how the baby was doing, I corrected him "Babies. Yea, twins. No pressure" He said "Oh my God, don't do that to me!". I'm sure that was on everyones' mind in the operating room. The surgery was a success, and afterwards the main surgeon came out and told us the details. He's done a lot of these, but said this was the most difficult, but was "99.9%" certain he got it all. He talked to us for a little while, and was pretty shaken. He hugged my mominlaw and I before he left, but not before I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. It's been almost a year since the diagnosis, and so far the cancer has not returned. He still has to do regular CT-scans to make sure it's gone, so its pretty important to us to continue to have health insurance. I looked into buying an individual plan just for him and we may just go that route. So far, it looks like I just may stay home and collect unemployment until the economy settles and enjoy my babies while they're little,
A week before we found out I was pregnant, my husband was diagnosed with a very rare liver cancer called cholangiocarcinoma and was given a few months to live. Luckily we got a second opinion and found someone not far from home that would do the surgery that could potentially save his life. We were very fortunate, only a few hospitals in the US would even consider the surgery, and the one an hour from our home was one of them. A few weeks before his surgery was scheduled, we went to my first doctor appointment and she did an ultrasound. She was quiet for a few minutes, then waved him over and pointed at the screen. "Here's baby number 1..." I wont ever forget that. All three of us, doctor included went "Oh, shit!". She gave us 10 minutes to freak out before continuing the ultrasound. When the morning of the surgery came, the resident asked me how the baby was doing, I corrected him "Babies. Yea, twins. No pressure" He said "Oh my God, don't do that to me!". I'm sure that was on everyones' mind in the operating room. The surgery was a success, and afterwards the main surgeon came out and told us the details. He's done a lot of these, but said this was the most difficult, but was "99.9%" certain he got it all. He talked to us for a little while, and was pretty shaken. He hugged my mominlaw and I before he left, but not before I saw the tears welling up in his eyes. It's been almost a year since the diagnosis, and so far the cancer has not returned. He still has to do regular CT-scans to make sure it's gone, so its pretty important to us to continue to have health insurance. I looked into buying an individual plan just for him and we may just go that route. So far, it looks like I just may stay home and collect unemployment until the economy settles and enjoy my babies while they're little,
Friday, August 26, 2011
Two Month Checkup
I love the girls pediatrician. As I mentioned before, she is really into education. Yesterday after telling her about the girls having crying jags the past two nights, she grabbed some chalk and drew a picture of the stomach on the blackboard in the room, illustrating how acid reflux occurs. She said if they continue to have problems they'll have to go on liquid Zantac. Last night they didnt have any problems, so we'll see. Savannah weighed 9lbs10oz and Heather was 9lbs14oz and they both were 22 1/4 inches long. They were about the 25th percentile for weight and 50th for length which is actually great considering preemies don't usually make the chart until 1 to 2 years of age. They also seem to be hitting milestones early, so that's great. I'm so proud of them and of myself for carrying them until they were healthy enough to come out, it wasn't easy near the end! Call me crazy, I can't wait to have more and do this all over again!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
All that worrying for nothing
So I didn't get the job. They decided to promote someone from within the company. Well, why the hell didnt they do that to begin with and left me the hell alone? I've been stressing about how I would manage everything if I took this job. I am the Queen of What-Ifs. Not to say that I'm an overly anxious person, having a complete meltdown every time the delicate balance of my life is upset. I just tend to over-analyze situations and try to plan for the worst-case scenario. Which ends up never being the case. Ever.
I am kinda disappointed that I didn't get the job, the money would have been nice, but everything else about it kinda sucked so I guess it's for the best. I have decided that going back to work full-time is the best course of action, so I've renewed my job-searching efforts.
I go back to my part time evening job tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. It just seems like a waste of time. It doesn't pay much and the work is not intellectually stimulating at all. It was nice when I was pregnant and didn't feel like doing much of nothing.
I realized my last couple posts haven't been about the babies. They're both so good and easy that I haven't had moments of intense frustration that I needed to vent about. All the blogs and posts from other twin moms I've read all say something to the effect of "Oh, it'll get easier.". Hell, if that's the case, I can't wait! How could it be much better than this? Well, it would be nice if they could hold their own bottles, and hold onto me when I pick them up so I can carry them both with confidence, but other than that it's been great. I didn't have that instant connection the moment I saw them, and that first week was hell. After talking to a couple other moms, I didn't feel so odd. Anybody who says they feel anything but overwhelming exhaustion after giving birth is full of shit. I don't know when it happened, but I'm so in love with these little girls. They're freakin' perfect. I still want a little cowboy, but not in exchange for my little cowgirls.
We're already talking about having more. I just want one boy and I'll be set. I asked my husband last night how many more and he said 10. He was joking. I think.
I am kinda disappointed that I didn't get the job, the money would have been nice, but everything else about it kinda sucked so I guess it's for the best. I have decided that going back to work full-time is the best course of action, so I've renewed my job-searching efforts.
I go back to my part time evening job tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it. It just seems like a waste of time. It doesn't pay much and the work is not intellectually stimulating at all. It was nice when I was pregnant and didn't feel like doing much of nothing.
I realized my last couple posts haven't been about the babies. They're both so good and easy that I haven't had moments of intense frustration that I needed to vent about. All the blogs and posts from other twin moms I've read all say something to the effect of "Oh, it'll get easier.". Hell, if that's the case, I can't wait! How could it be much better than this? Well, it would be nice if they could hold their own bottles, and hold onto me when I pick them up so I can carry them both with confidence, but other than that it's been great. I didn't have that instant connection the moment I saw them, and that first week was hell. After talking to a couple other moms, I didn't feel so odd. Anybody who says they feel anything but overwhelming exhaustion after giving birth is full of shit. I don't know when it happened, but I'm so in love with these little girls. They're freakin' perfect. I still want a little cowboy, but not in exchange for my little cowgirls.
We're already talking about having more. I just want one boy and I'll be set. I asked my husband last night how many more and he said 10. He was joking. I think.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Decisions, decisions
I had my interview on Tuesday, if you can call it that. The woman pretty much just explained the position and asked if I was interested. It does sound like something I would enjoy doing. She asked what salary I wanted, I threw out one figure, which was a little low and she countered with something a little higher. Well shit, I shoulda started out higher and I may have gotten it. It's still triple what I make now, which aint saying much, but the insurance is a lot higher than what I pay now and the commute sucks.
All my family thinks I should take it. I almost wish I hadnt been offered it, I hate having to make this decision. Financially, its the right one to make, but I just dont know if its the right thing for our family. I mean, hubby has proved himself to be a great dad, he was right there when I needed him. Now that I handle most of it myself he's backed off. Deep down, I know they'll be taken care of, but I guess its the mom in me that worries whether they'll be taken care of according to my standards and way of doing things.
My mother-in-law is wonderful and has offered to babysit full time. I totally trust her to do it, but it's not really something I wanted her to do. She has a few health problems, and not that I feel that they would hinder her ability to watch them, I just know that she'd push herself to the limit to do what she needed and I love her too much to want that to happen. My father-in-law on the other hand, doesn't feel that she is physically capable and doesn't want her to babysit, but hasn't expressed that to her, only to my husband. The problem there is, he's the one employing my husband. I didn't have these children to pass off to someone else. They will stay with a family member, whether its daddy or grandma; so grandpa's gonna to end up mad either way and that makes me sad, I love my father-in-law.
My other problem is transportation. Now that I've gotten rid of the Mustang, my choices are my 15 mpg Durango, hubbys big truck that I cant stand driving or the 20 year old rustbucket convertible I bought when he needed to drive to Charlotte for radiation every day. At 100 miles per day, none of those are really a viable option. I had thought that maybe I could use my mother in laws car and leave her the SUV, but now I'm not so sure.
I'm going to take it if it's offered, and let it all work itself out.
All my family thinks I should take it. I almost wish I hadnt been offered it, I hate having to make this decision. Financially, its the right one to make, but I just dont know if its the right thing for our family. I mean, hubby has proved himself to be a great dad, he was right there when I needed him. Now that I handle most of it myself he's backed off. Deep down, I know they'll be taken care of, but I guess its the mom in me that worries whether they'll be taken care of according to my standards and way of doing things.
My mother-in-law is wonderful and has offered to babysit full time. I totally trust her to do it, but it's not really something I wanted her to do. She has a few health problems, and not that I feel that they would hinder her ability to watch them, I just know that she'd push herself to the limit to do what she needed and I love her too much to want that to happen. My father-in-law on the other hand, doesn't feel that she is physically capable and doesn't want her to babysit, but hasn't expressed that to her, only to my husband. The problem there is, he's the one employing my husband. I didn't have these children to pass off to someone else. They will stay with a family member, whether its daddy or grandma; so grandpa's gonna to end up mad either way and that makes me sad, I love my father-in-law.
My other problem is transportation. Now that I've gotten rid of the Mustang, my choices are my 15 mpg Durango, hubbys big truck that I cant stand driving or the 20 year old rustbucket convertible I bought when he needed to drive to Charlotte for radiation every day. At 100 miles per day, none of those are really a viable option. I had thought that maybe I could use my mother in laws car and leave her the SUV, but now I'm not so sure.
I'm going to take it if it's offered, and let it all work itself out.
Friday, July 29, 2011
5 weeks
I took the girls to their new pediatrician yesterday. I like her a whole bunch, she was very forthcoming with information and educating me on what to expect with the girls. They have both gained about 2 pounds each and grew nearly 2 inches. Heather is developing on time and Savannah is a couple weeks ahead. I hope Heather catches up soon, it would make me feel soo much better if they were both reaching milestones at the same time.
Also yesterday, I got a call from a company I interviewed with last year. I was in the process of deciding on a house during the interview process. When I didnt hear back, we moved into the house that my husband liked, but was over 50 miles away from the job. They ended up offering me the position, but I declined it because there would be no pay increase, then I went into work that night and lost my job. Now I'm working part time in the evenings for the bank for much less pay. Another position opened up with this company that they want to interview me for.
Well, shit. What am I supposed to do? Hubby can only work part time, his body just isnt up to working any more hours than he is and has to take much more painkillers than he would like just to function. It's been killing me to no longer be the breadwinner, but I did like being able to stay at home with the babies during the daytime. And now that I got rid of the Mustang, making a 100 mile commute daily in an SUV just doesnt make sense. I could make it work though...mominlaw offered to watch the kids in the daytime, so I could drop them and the SUV off in the morning and drive her coupe the rest of the way. Hubby could work even less hours since he works for his dad. If the moneys right, I would be an absolute moron to turn them down twice. I just hate to miss that much time with the girls. The interview is Tuesday, I know I'm going to spend all weekend worrying about it.
Also yesterday, I got a call from a company I interviewed with last year. I was in the process of deciding on a house during the interview process. When I didnt hear back, we moved into the house that my husband liked, but was over 50 miles away from the job. They ended up offering me the position, but I declined it because there would be no pay increase, then I went into work that night and lost my job. Now I'm working part time in the evenings for the bank for much less pay. Another position opened up with this company that they want to interview me for.
Well, shit. What am I supposed to do? Hubby can only work part time, his body just isnt up to working any more hours than he is and has to take much more painkillers than he would like just to function. It's been killing me to no longer be the breadwinner, but I did like being able to stay at home with the babies during the daytime. And now that I got rid of the Mustang, making a 100 mile commute daily in an SUV just doesnt make sense. I could make it work though...mominlaw offered to watch the kids in the daytime, so I could drop them and the SUV off in the morning and drive her coupe the rest of the way. Hubby could work even less hours since he works for his dad. If the moneys right, I would be an absolute moron to turn them down twice. I just hate to miss that much time with the girls. The interview is Tuesday, I know I'm going to spend all weekend worrying about it.
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