First Broken Bone!

At the end of September, M broke his arm. It happened during after-school. He fell off the monkey bars (which is sad because he LOVES monkey bars) and I guess he landed on his right arm. I was not there when it happened; I was finishing up teaching my photo class when I got the... Continue Reading →

The nightly torture

Toothbrushing. It is the bane of my existence. Or at least the bane of our evenings with toddlers. I *hate* it. We only started brushing their teeth regularly a little over a year ago. They screamed and writhed and had to be held down by a second person. I found a toothbrushing song to sing,... Continue Reading →

One good thing about me

If I am out with other people at a restaurant and the server asks about dessert, I will always immediately say, "Yes." Many women hesitate and waver and make excuses and apologies and justifications. Not me--I raise my hand as a proud dessert-haver. No excuses, no guilt. JUST DELICIOUS DESSERT. So if you're out with... Continue Reading →

Pumping for Twins

I'm finally posting this on the one-year anniversary! On the babies' seven month 'birthday,' I pumped for the last time. Yes, I was finally DONE WITH PUMPING. It felt like a major decision. And for a long time I still didn't know how I felt about it! Once I knew that I didn't want to... Continue Reading →

Imperfections

Our babies have flat heads. At our two-month appointment in January, I asked about it and was told not to worry (we saw a nurse practitioner for that one, not our regular doctor). At the four-month, I asked again, because they were still flat. Our pediatrician said it would probably be fine, but she said... Continue Reading →

Couch potato

You know, I've been un-pregnant for three months now. I figured my body wouldn't hurt anymore. But somehow lately, everything kind of aches. My shoulders, my back, my hips, my calves. Most days, I spend literally 19 hours a day sitting on the couch. I also tend to hunch over when I'm at the sink... Continue Reading →

Sigh.

These every-three-hour feedings never stop. I mean, duh, but the time between them feels so fleeting. And I feel chained to this stupid pump. I'm so tired of doing that all the time. I'm trying to multitask, but there are always so many things I want to do at the same time (like eat or... Continue Reading →

One Maid A-Milking

I don't know if it makes me a bad person/woman/mother, but I don't actually want to exclusively nurse. Maybe because there are two babies and it sounds too daunting. But it makes me feel like I'd be too tied to them. I want some freedom. I want and need a second person to do feedings.... Continue Reading →

The Recovery

Today marks two weeks post-baby, and there are still lots of changes going on body-wise. Almost all of the PUPPS rash has faded and now the scratch scabs are finally healing. So glad that I don't look like a leper anymore. My feet started swelling this summer. Certainly by mid-August they were puffy pregnancy feet.... Continue Reading →

33 weeks

Well. It finally happened. I hit a big number. Two of them, in fact. 50 pounds gained. I now weigh 200 pounds. These are both large numbers. Big, round numbers that look menacing. But then I take a breath. There are two fetuses in there, with all their accompanying fluids and support organs (plus the... Continue Reading →

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