*Disclaimer-Caroline said she would subtract 1 week from the Doctors' "6 week no sex after C-section" policy for posting this blog. I win, but not sure I can stay off of her for 3 more weeks if she keeps looking this hot. Now I just need to find a few more complimentary blogs to write, stat.
Mom is exhausted, next feeding time is midnight, and she wanted to catch some Zzz's. Everyone was ok with that, except our newest/most vocal member of the group, Miss Addison. So after rocking, swaddling, walking, rubbing, talking, and any other "ing" you can think of, I decide my best defense against silencing the baby monitors with her newest scream, which we call the "wounded pterodactyl", is to lay next to the crib until I hear the slightest of movements...and jump up and throw the pacifier back in her mouth. I think it's a pretty good look for me, Boppy as a pillow, small pink baby quilt covering knee to ankles, small blue baby quilt covering waist to ribcage, and my Kodiak bear like chest hair covering the rest. Sexy, if I do say so myself.
Hate to cut this entry short, but I just heard an explosion...crap(literally)
Who's jealous of my Friday? Anyone...anyone...(crickets)
We found Saidy in the Pack-n-Play on day 2 of being home. She launched herself from our bed into it...luckily the kiddos were on the changing table...shocking I know.
Sleep is hard to come by right now...
The amount of wipes we go through are unreal...I would say it's 10 wipes to every dirty diaper.
I promise they do more than poop, but I just got done getting pooped on and that's all I can really think about, or smell, right now.
I will get back on the blogging schedule soon and will let you know what else they are doing once I get some zzz's.
Also, we have some really awesome friends. People have texted, emailed, called, and Facebooked checking on us and the babies. We have had dinners and gifts brought to us which has all been amazing. Thanks to all the peeps who have helped...it really does make a difference, and if we haven't responded to you yet, we will as soon as we get the poop off of our hands.
Thanks to my insomniac, definition of pregnant, weirdest pregnant person ever wife for revamping the blog. I told her I wanted my blog to look like Natalie's or Jodi's blog...and she made it happen...at 3 am Sunday morning.
If you're counting, 4 days, 7 hours, 38 minutes 30 seconds.
I promise, next blog will have pics of babies!
9 days away from being born, and it appears they want to remind Mom that they are still in there and aren't coming out without a fight.
We are both really eager to meet our babies, but want them to stay in as long as they need to. But, I did find myself googling "how to make your wife go into labor" today, and the most common response was "sex". Well, we all know that's not on the horizon...so it looks like 9 more days.
With "Ice-mageddon" falling on the DFW area for the last few days. I have had the pleasure of working from home and supplying Caroline with some much needed (I thought) human interaction. I was wrong. She has perfected this bed rest thing to an exact science. TV schedule, eating, peeing, water breaks, all on a schedule. One day she told me that, "she was an hour and a half ahead of schedule, and it was my fault that her day was going by to slowly." This was the same day she woke me up at 5:30 am to watch Friday Night Lights with her. The only time I ever wake up at 5:30 is to go fishing....or watch Friday Night Lights...and in a couple of weeks change diapers and feed babies.
Every Thursday Caroline has her two doctor's appointments. We have named this weekly event the "Big Outing". It's the only time she gets out of the house and breaths fresh air. Mi Cocina was our lunch destination this week. Caroline was convinced people were staring at her because they "could tell she was a hermit and never gets out of the house" I didn't have the heart to tell her they were staring at her humongous baby carrier she had hidden under a half fastened maternity coat that her belly has out grown.
Week 35 appointment fun facts:
Caroline asked, "Is it normal feeling like the babies are going to fall out of me"
Docs reply, "yes that is normal, if they fall out, call me."
Caroline asked, "If my water breaks, can I shower and then come in to the hospital."
Docs reply, "No".
Caroline's internal thought, "I really need to step up my showering routine in the next two weeks"
Caroline's belly is measuring at 44 - 45 weeks. Go big or go home, right?
PS-Caroline is being a fun-sucker and said no more bare belly pics. If you want to get an idea of how big she is, go here!