Friday, February 27, 2009

I'm a Freak of Nature


I belong to this baby website (babycenter.com) which sends me weekly e-mails describing what is going on with the baby for the particular week. Because twins are almost always born before 37 weeks, I am no longer getting my e-mails and I feel short-changed. Here is the last graphic they sent me.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

You mean birth isn't like this?

I've been looking everywhere for an SNL sketch which depicts Will Ferrell being born as an adult, like smoking a cigarette and drinking brandy or something. Does anyone know what I'm talking about? I wanted to post it because that's how I feel: I'm going to give birth to two adults. These babies are never coming.

Instead, though, I'm going to post the best birth scene ever. Enjoy!

Monday, February 23, 2009

These babies are never coming

Andrew suprised me today by leaving work early and meeting me at the doctor's office. Too bad there was no news for him. Nothing has changed since last week except the size of my belly. The doctor did say that if nothing had happened by the week of March 9th, he'll re-evaluate. This is actually a week later than I thought he'd let me go, so I am back to pouting.

Also, Finn the cat has really taken to the baby equipment. The other day I was at that end of the house when I heard a weird noise coming from the nursery. Finn was asleep in the baby bouncer, had apparently selected the jungle noise option, and had turned the vibration on. This was completely intentional, as you have to push the music button twice in order to get to the jungle noise.

I go to the doctor again next Monday, though I am not anticipating much difference then either. In the meantime, I'm thesising during the day and not sleeping at night. My insomnia has led to some fantastic television watching, though. In the past week, I saw a documentary about children growing up in Calcutta whorehouses, the Kate Winslet/Harvey Keitel movie, Holy Smoke, and several episodes of The Jeffersons and Three's Company.

We'll keep you posted if anything changes. I promise.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Boo...

We went to the doctor yesterday and were disappointed to hear that nothing had changed. The doctor kept saying "I can't believe you aren't contracting." He did promise me that he wouldn't let me go past 38 weeks, which gives us some kind of light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. That is two weeks away, so I need to wrap up some loose ends.


On a side note, when the doctor was measuring my belly (47 weeks) he said the same thing everyone else says: "At least it's not eight." I was kind of nasty in response to this remark. Of course it's not eight. I didn't unethically impregnate myself because I have some Angelina Jolie complex and need large numbers of children to fill a void in my sad, media-hungry life.


So...I'm obviously really grumpy, uncomfortable, and ready for this to be over. I've pretty much stopped going out in public because I don't like the attention. We did, however, make it to Lion Country Safari this past weekend so that I could sit in the air conditioned car and watch the animals. We also made it to dinner and a movie because we acknowledge that our days of freedom are limited.

Monday, February 9, 2009

No news...34.5 weeks

When I went to the Dr. last week, there was no major weight difference in the boys. In fact, it was only an ounce. Cullen was weighing in at 4 lbs 13 ounces and Kerrick was a hefty 4lbs 12 ounces. I was actually disappointed that Kerrick caught up in weight. I was ready to meet these two...

I go to the doctor again in a week (sigh).

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Hopefully the last pregnancy pictures


Hillary at just under 34 weeks. The boys are losing room, and the H-asauras is losing mobility. I offered to build her a platform to rest her belly on a couple weeks ago and she laughed. I bet if I offered again she may take me up on the offer. The new response to her size is just be glad it's not eight. To her I am sure this is just as uncomfortable. -ab