Update @ 34 Weeks

A lot has been going on the past couple of weeks regarding us getting ready for T & A's arrival. I recently realized that I have never been responsible for a kid, other than a wiener dog for more than a weekend. And in less than three weeks, I will be responsible for two....just like that. No tests to pass, no certifications, no instruction manual, nothing, except Facebook(You can always find unsolicited advice from people you don't even know on there)

I put the car seats in. That made it feel real.


Last weekend my brother and some friends got together and we all headed out to the Lakehouse for one last shindig. They brought me tons of diapers, and we had a good time. I'm not allowed to get "blasted" anymore until the babies get here, just in case they arrive unexpectedly, so it was kind of weird telling people that I couldn't beer bong or dunkaroo that weekend. I started feeling sorry for myself, but the next morning I felt awesome and they did not. I win.

This is what 2,000 diapers looks like.

Our 34 week appointment(Thursday Jan. 27) was probably the best one we have had yet. Outside from the babies getting big(Tyler weighing in at 5 lbs 5 ounces and Addison weighing in 5 lbs 6 ounces) we got to see them pucker their lips, taking breaths, and see hair. Caroline and I always joke that I am quite possibly the hairiest being on the planet outside of an ape. So we always joked that Tyler was going to some out with a full head of hair and a beard. Well, no signs of a beard yet but definitely a head of hair. In the sonographers words, "he has a lot of hair, maybe enough for a pony tail." I'm bringing scissors to the hospital, just in case he needs a haircut. The Dr. also told us "you have won the battle, each day they stay in now is just icing on the cake." The Dr. also took Caroline off of "strict bed rest" which means she can get up to fetch her own water and snacks now, but no trips to Target...yet. We left the office high fiving, but no chest bumping. I don't think we could get our chests to "bump" right now.

This picture was supposed to be NFB,(Not For Blog) but it is just too good not to share. This is Caroline at 33 weeks 6 days and he belly is measuring at 41 1/2 weeks. In the words of my father, "They might want to do a re-count on the number of babies in there"

For now we anxiously, nervously, excitedly wait. We only have 20 days left. To me that seems like nothing. To my wife who is carrying 11 pounds of baby that seems miserable. I'm thinking they won't come until they are scheduled, which is Feb 17.

What Does This Face Mean?

This is the text pic I got about an hour ago.



This face reads: I'm bored, spilled my giant cup of water on the floor and on remote, remote not working, TV stuck on one channel and same volume, can't get up to clean water mess or change channel, muddy dog came in house and got mud everywhere, want to kill dog pouty face.

Life is good...

Nice Little Saturday?

With Caroline on bed rest, it's up to me to finalize everything before the babies get here. Saturday, I was extremely bored and ventured off to Babies R' Us, where I'm typically out of place with Caroline there, without Caroline I'm just a plain store idiot. My goal was to finish off the registry, and try to make it all fit in my Tahoe.

Registry somewhat completed:




Receipt that goes along with registry completion:

My next trip should be really interesting. I have to go get nursing bras and nursing tank tops. I'm serious. I really have to go get nursing bras and nursing tank tops. Out. Of. Place.

31 Weeks-Week 1 of at Home Bed Rest

So this is how Caroline gets to spend the next 3(hopefully 4 or 5) more weeks. Posted up, on the couch, with her sleepy dog friend, with water bottles, Gatorade, remotes, 3 seasons of Breaking Bad, re-runs of Real Houswives, and all the US Magazines a girl can want...

(Note: Due to lack of make-up, Caroline did not approve picture. Due to lack of time, Wylie wanted to use this picture. See back circle over Caroline's face)

...and a Wylie created Drawer O' Fun within arms' reach:

Parole Board

Caroline is on her way to the Dr. Parole Board. It is either going to be hospital bed rest for the next 4-5 weeks or home bed rest.

Hospital bed rest is good and bad. Good, you have doctors and nurses at your disposal and they are there 24 hours a day. Bad, you're in a freaking hospital all day every day. The smells, the food, the crappy cable TV, and the horrible couch/bed I had to sleep on.

Home is good because she can see the dogs, and Saidy is always on bed rest, so she would make a good partner. You have access to all your normal things.

Caroline doesn't really like me referring to her cervix in my blog, so from now on I will refer to it as Mr. C.

I have never really rooted for Mr.C or had any reason to root for Mr. C. But during our parole session, I have never wanted Mr. C to stay unchanged like I did yesterday. Lucky for us, Mr.C cooperated with us and hadn't changed a bit since Monday.
Which means she gets to go home. Which means I am now full time cook, nurse, house keeper, water fetcher, dresser, showerer, slave, assistant, gopher...you get the point.

So if you're bored, feel free stop by Chesterton Drive and drop off a magazine or fill up her water bottles, or clean up the house, or bathe her.

Night 1

Night 1 in the hospital was not that much fun. The worst part is Caroline had control of the remote and we had to watch The Bachelor instead of The Orange Bowl. Lots of staring at each other, lots of phone calls, and the couch/bed that I had to sleep on had about a 60 degree slant towards the ground and an air vent directly above it. Kind of like sleeping on an Arctic monutain top and trying to avoid rolling to the bottom. Needless to say, I will be sleeping at the house tonight.

Hilight of the night for me: We got to order Dominoe's for delivery
Hilight of night for Caroline: She got an Ambien

Also, thank God for the website www.damnyouautocorrect.com to help kill some of the time.

Babymoon...Kind Of

We have been going in every Monday for check ups...so it felt like a normal Monday at the Doctor's office, but it ended up being the end of the road for Caroline(she's not dead, just bed rested).

So the cervix is a huge key in keeping the "buns in the oven", and when the cervix changes the doctors don't like that. Well, Caroline's cervix has shortened and they immediately admitted her into the hospital. They weren't admitting her for delivery, but for precautionary. They are monitoring her, monitoring the babies(which look amazing), and giving the babies a little dose of steroids to promote lung growth(which is very normal, and seen as an insurance policy)

We were admitted Monday afternoon her earliest possible parole date is Thursday, but depending on the cooperation of Mr. Cervix, we could be in here for the long haul. Ideally, we would like for her be on bed rest at home, but a babymoon at the hospital isn't that unlikely.

Good news: Baby A(Addison) weighs 3 lbs. 8 oz and Baby B(Tyler) weighs 3 lbs. 11 oz.

30 Weeks and Happy New Year

30 weeks is in the books. To celebrate, we rang in the New Year with a huge blowout. Caroline didn't make the east coast new year(asleep at 10:45), but me being the party animal that I am made it to 11:15.

Things have been going good, Caroline is uncomfortable, having a hard time sleeping, and lots of complaining(kidding)(not really).

We've had a couple of funny experiences the last couple of weeks. With twins, your belly is obviously huge, and you look like you are ready to pop a little earlier than normal. So we had someone ask us if we were having a Christmas baby, we told them no, and that we had 8 more weeks left. They fainted in disbelief.

One week later, asked if we were having a New Years baby, same answer, same result.

28 Weeks

Well, another week has come and gone. Another week that was filled with me and two wiener dogs sleeping on the couch and our dual incubating mother cohabiting our bed with a belly wedge and a body pillow. This pregnancy thing is really starting to take a toll on me. My neck hurts from sleeping on the couch, my jeans are starting not to fit due to my increased ice cream intake, and I'm not getting enough sleep.

As for Caroline, she's 20 minutes away from suspending her belly in a massage table for an hour and a half. So don't give me this, "Your wife is carrying two kids and you're complaining about a little neck pain...blah, blah, blah" she's living like a queen!

Interesting question that was posed to me this week at Happy Hour:

Question: So when your wife is pregnant, do you have a DD for 9 months.

Answer: Yes and No. Yes you will always get home safely, but it's not as great as it sounds. Sober people remember everything

Saturday (Early)Morning Conversation:

C:Wake up how do you feel?
W:I'm ok, I had a few beers. It seems early.
C:A few beers? You had 8 beers.
W:Oh, you counted.
C:I didn't count, I just know.
W:I had a good time last night.
C:Yeah, it was fun until everyone started repeating the same stories over and over.
W:That was funny.
C:Yeah, for you. Get out of bed, you promised me last night that you would get up early and run errands if we stayed for another beer.
W:I don't remember that
C:Exactly

You have no leverage in this situation. NONE.

This was a very rambling blog, I'll work on staying on topic next time.

27 Weeks

I'm going to start posting weekly belly pics, so you can see what Caroline is lugging around all day.



Some fun facts from our last appointment:

We are still having a boy and a girl. No surprises.

They each weigh 2 1/2 lbs.

They are both crammed into the righter half of Caroline's stomach.

Caroline's is at 27 weeks. Her belly is measuring at 35 weeks.

We are going in weekly now, due to our 26 week trail run. I like this better. I get to know each and every week, that things are working out, and everyone is doing great.

10 weeks left. I want them to be here, but not yet they still got some cooking to do. I guess the best way to say it is, I can't wait for February 17 to get here.

Spoke Too Soon...26 Weeks Practice Run

Sure enough, the moment I talked about no news is good news, Caroline felt like she wanted spend Friday(26 weeks exactly) evening in the lovely confines of Dallas Presby's Labor and Delivery Unit.
Below is a timeline of our Evening:

7:00-Wylie is awesome husband and takes his wife on a date to Si Tapas . I would highly recommend.

9:00-Settle into couch about to watch Mavs game

9:15-Caroline mentions she just had a really big contraction, I look at her belly, it looks mis-shapen and hard. We have had Braxton Hicks contractions before, so this look/feel was nothing new.

9:20-Another contraction, a little to close together for my liking...but no real freak out...yet.

9:25-Another one. Crap. Wylie starts freaking. Caroline remains calm, and asks me to start timing them.

9:30-Another one. Caroline calls doctor, Wylie on verge of collapsing.

9:35-Another one, Caroline still calm, Wylie needs his own team of doctors

9:40-Dr. calls back, ask Caroline to go to Labor and Delivery to get it checked out.

9:45-Caroline wants to take a shower and "put on something cute" before we go. Wylie draws line, and herds Caroline in to car.

At this point, I've already failed the "you're supposed to be the super calm one" test. Failed miserably is a better term.

10:00- Wylie almost jumps over the counter at the idiot lady that is taking her time checking us in.

10:30-Meet the most calming nurse in the world, plus she's a TTU grad, Wylie calming a bit.

11:00-They measure the contractions along with the babies' heartbeats to make sure they are still good. Everything is cool, but contractions are still coming regularly, and they need to get stopped.

11:30-Caroline gets a shot Terbutaline, which is a common muscle relaxer that is given to relax the uterus, which will stop contractions.

12:00-Give Caroline a Fetal Fibronectin Test. This test is 98% accurate if a negative result when administered. This test will check for some enzymes that are produced during pre-term labor. If negative, 98% chance of no pre-term labor in two weeks. It takes about an hour for the result.

12:10-I discover TV in room. Catch end of Mavs game. Mavs win.

12:30-Test came back negative, contractions have stopped. WAHOOOOO.

12:45-Nurse gives Caroline an Ambien to sleep.

12:46-Wylie begs nurse for Ambien to sleep. Nurse says no.

12:47-Wylie begged nurse one more time for Ambien. Nurse ignores Wylie.

1:00 Home.

All this being said. Everything is OK, and we have our practice run under our belt.

Out With the Old...In With the New

I've done trade-ins before...old car for new car, wedding present for Bed Bath and Beyond gift card, old girlfriend for new girlfriend turned wife. I felt that I've always won. But, this is one trade-in that I have lost...severely.

My DVD collection went from losing Doug in Vegas, Frank the Tank running through the Quad to the gymnasium, Stage 5 clingers, and Turtle to....

Elmo, Baby Noah, and Baby Mozart.

The problem is I love to quote movies...so if you see me roaming around and I'm making Elmo sounds, Coo-ing, or singing heads shoulders knees and toes. Don't call the psych ward. Just invite me over to watch Stu sing about what tigers dream of.

Nursery Final(hopefully)

I think the nursery is complete. It's very calming in there, I'm assuming it won't be that calm come February/March. Every time we go in there, we sit and admire, but it only takes me about 10 seconds to mimic a big WAAAAHHHHHH...Then Caroline chimes with her duelingWAHHHHHH. Not. So. Peaceful.

*As Caroline is reading over my shoulder, she wanted a disclaimer. My iPhone camera did not properly display the wall color. She says they "look kind of yellow". I am supposed to tell you they are "not kind of yellow, but they are khaki".

We had a friend paint the dog canvas.

We wrote the letters behind the paintings, and she painted them in.

I brought home the Glider and Banana Pudding in the same trip. She won't let me tell you what she was more excited about.

T & A (not that kind)

Picking names can be funny and hard. We had lists, check boxes, rankings, we took votes, etc. We vetoed some names because they reminded us of strange people we knew, others were scratched because they turned the child into some version of a mobile bird. We were close to Landon Eagle until someone pointed out it sounds too much like Landing Eagle. Some were scratched because my Dad failed the pronunciation test. We liked Cooper, he said it Cupper...not gonna work.

We decided on names, we like them, and we hope the kiddos do too.

The boy will be Tyler Thomas Eagle. Tyler is my brothers name and my middle name(don't ask me how my parents came up with that idea...no clue) Thomas is Caroline's brothers name, and has been in her family for years.

The Girl will be Addison Rebecca Eagle. We have always loved the name Addison, and Rebecca was my mother's name, and it just felt right to honor her in some way.

No News=Good News

Not much to report on the home front. Things are going great. Mom and babies are feeling good. Mom looks like she ate a watermelon...whole. Babies appear as if they are trying to punch/kick/karate chop their way out of mom's stomach. Mom says her clothes don't fit. I say duh.

Seriously, we are 80 days away from the "goal date"of Feb 18, and the babies weigh 2 lbs each, which is very good for Caroline's size, and how far along we are. We found this video, and found it hilarious and close to home, and is appropriately named, "Moms of Multiples are Freaks of Nature" Enjoy!

Doggy Suicide

I have two Daschunds. I love them both dearly. I know them all to well.

Saidy is sweet, rarely does anything but sleep, is well behaved, and hates the outdoors, basically she's like Caroline.

Daisy is sweet in a bitchy, I run the house type of way. She growls when anyone invades her personal space, runs around outside chasing squirrels all day, kind of has my traits(I rarely chase squirrels though)We always kid that Daisy thinks the ranking in the house goes: Wylie, Daisy, Caroline, and then Saidy.

Anyway, Saidy is going to love the kiddos and it will affect her very little, except she may go from 20 hours of sleep per day to 18 hours.

Daisy on the other hand is going to lose it. I have already found her hiding under the cribs as if she's trying to make them go away or make herself go away. Also, Daisy has already taken ownership of the Frog Toy/Rug thing. How am I going to break the news to my sweet pup that she is no longer #2 in command?

Two Beds, One Bedroom

I know this picture appears as a Sponge Bob Family crime scene, but is really only me assesing the space, or lack there of, in the nursery(still weird every time I say nursery, it means I've having kids, kids, as in more than one, as in two).

Two cribs in one room really limits the spacing you have. So we found a dresser and a chair...or a square and a rectangle...either way you look at it, real estate is at a premium in that room.

I'll add pictures as we continue to update the nursery, but these are the cribs and bedding...Still can't believe I'm blogging about cribs and bedding(remember my last blog, complete 180)

Buy Buy What?

I can think of a better name for this place...like byebye money. But that's neither here nor there, we found bedding and apparently that's a big step. And that crap is expensive, especially when you have to buy two of them. And by bedding I don't mean a bed...I mean 4 pieces of some soft fabric that lines the crib, and I think they throw in a sheet.

Here's what the babies will be peeing and pooping on for the first year.

Girl Bedding

Boy Bedding

So to all my male friends who read this(assuming anyone is reading). Yeah, I'm blogging about baby bedding...so deal with it.

I can still party.

Sexes, yes please.

It's gender day at the Eagle house. It's also Caroline's 30th birthday...We planned to find out the sexes on her b-day to make it super special.

I was sure I was destined for two girls, most of our friends thought two girls, my brother thought two girls, at one point Caroline had dreams about two girls, and my dad thought two boys, wishful thinking I'm sure.

My biggest fear was 2 girls for a number of reasons...the whole "and twins" Coors Light campaign didn't help.

Anyway, we wanted to find out the sex, but wanted to make it special. We(Caroline) made 2 pink and 2 blue cards and an envelope to place the cards in.

We were going to the doctor and told them not to tell us. After the nurse came in and did her tests and then sneakily discovered the sexes. Next, the Dr. walked in, jellied up Caroline's stomach, and said, "I already know what you guys are having!" As he moves the wand across her stomach, then he confusingly he says, "But I really disagree with what the nurse found"

Unfortunately, the nurse had already sealed the results in the envelope. (Note:When I say sealed, I'm talking Ft. Knox sealed, we found some good stuff so neither of us could cheat until it was time to open this bad boy.) We had to stop the Dr. from opening the envelope, "Don't open it, it's color coded, we'll see it" Dr. jokingly: "Are you guys kidding me...color coded? I'll just step outside and fix this thing" Dr. steps out, pops his head in "I misunderstood what she said...the envelope is right" I don't know if he was kidding with us or not, but disaster averted!

Dr Appointment end time 2:00

Estimated envelope open time 7:00

Amount of time envelope stared me in the face:

5 hours, or, 300 minutes, or 18,000 seconds...it felt like forever.

We had a dinner planned at a friends house, every one was there at 7:00, except my brother who WAS STUCK IN TRAFFIC. On a 1-10 scale I would rank my overall patience tolerance is about a 1. Overall patience with this envelope in hand staring me in the face, negative 3...tops.

Envelope open, Caroline pulls the first card...BLUE.(Sweet, the Coors Light twins song has life again). I pull second card...PINK. Wow...Could not have been better.

Boy and a girl it is. I can handle pink, as long is there is a little blue involved!

Hangin in there..

Thing's I've become really good at since Caroline has started housing two parasites:

Sleeping on the couch, or realizing my space in the bed is super limited (Here's the breakdown--Caroline 60%, body pillow 10%, baby wedge thing 10%, Saidy dog 5%, Daisy dog 5%, Wylie 10%...that's right I rank above the dogs, barely, and below the pregnancy wedge...I wouldn't have believed that 10 years ago

Late night runs to CVS...but before I go to CVS, I have to reference the pregnancy book to see what meds she can take...all that while I'm being asked why I'm still at the house and not at the drug store yet.

Fixing dinner and then immediately throwing it away and going to get something else...I've been avoiding cooking all together...Her meals have these constants, bread, cheese, pasta, and potato salad. I HATE POTATO SALAD NOW.

Agreeing...It's just easier to say yes or do as told...I'm still battling this one.



Things I suck at since Caroline has started housing two parasites:

Using the word nipple and not laughing when referring to bottle nipples

Not farting-heightened sense of smell makes the weak ones bad and the bad ones usually end with her slapping me or throwing the remote at my face

Trying to quit cussing...That shit is impossible.






All in all, I think I'm hanging in there...but I freaking hate potato salad now.

Enough about me, Caroline, she's doing good too.