Just 34 weeks

Now is the time to catch up on blog posts – you two caught us unaware! The Thursday before you were born mom went to the doctor, who decided it was a good idea for Mom to stop working for awhile. A little thing called blood pressure, and it was going up. The doctor wanted to see Mom on Monday, so after a long weekend of reading books and trying to stay rested, Mom was relieved when she and Dad went to the doctor and her blood pressure was down. Although obviously that isn’t the end of the story if we’re talking about September 22, 2008, is it? Nope. The doctor called back and wanted me to go the hospital – you were just 34 weeks, but she thought it best for you to arrive a little early. We got there around 1 o’clock and watched your heart beats on the monitor – they kept telling us they looked good (“we wish they were all like that” – we’ve heard that a lot about you two so far). We waited until after 5pm until all the doctors, staff and supplies were ready for your arrival.

At 5:46 pm Zoe arrived. Head down and in the ready position, your Mom wonders if you’re the planner…

At 5:48 pm Roman made his entry into the world, a little less eager as you were legs down and had both arms crossed above your head. Just hanging out – and really it is a little early…

Your dad was waiting outside the operating room, eager for the news.
Meanwhile mom was in recovery mode.

(Note I feel obligated to make: finally- access to the blog...The hospital didn't let us log on to post anything, which was probably good, except Mom here was itching to share our wonderful news with anyone who'd listen)

Babydaddy...he's just full of compliments

A couple of months ago Mike looked at me and said "they always say women look good pregnant" (or something to that effect). I was waiting for the other shoe to drop on that one. Then he says "you look cute pregnant".
Huh. Nice.
That was a couple of months ago, or it could have been a month ago, my timeline is way out of whack. I've said many times that this year has been incredibly long. Reminds me of the line some comic said: If I had one year to live I'd move to Iowa because it would feel like forever. Get pregnant. Might have the same impact, or maybe it's just me.
At any rate my feet have been swelling the last several weeks. It gets worse as the day goes on, as I sit at my desk. By the end of the day: P-Mama. And I don't know if it's wishful thinking, but I'm going to say it extends up my leg because OMG my calves are huge. And tonight I'm going with the thought that I can feel the weight when I lift my foot. Heavier and definitely harder to move around and/or bend my legs. I can feel the puffiness- extend the toe and...a pillow.
Back to babydaddy. Last night we did a little straightening up in the basement, just some reorganizing. After about an hour I had enough. Babydaddy followed me up the stairs, me plodding slowly. I make the turn into the kitchen and he says "how much do you weigh?" (well he actually gave a number that I'm sure I'll hit, but am horrified to think I will; I'm already a good 45 pounds up- which is the total recommended for twins, I'm only at week 33). I ask "why?" and he says (remember: babydaddy....he's just full of compliments") "I saw the floor buckle".

I saw the floor buckle.

Babydaddy: just full of compliments.