Fun With Easter...and Easter Hats

Easter was our first holiday as a foursome, and I learned a lot on Easter Sunday that I will need to know for future holidays.

Things I learned...

It is impossible to get 1 kid, let alone 2 kids to stare at the camera at the same time...so as you will see, most of our pictures will have a baby with a hand in their face, eyes closed, weird look on their face, or crying....and these are the edited pictures, I've already deleted 500 pics of each shot to find these.

You can dress kids up on holidays...they are fair game, especially at this age. Uncle Ty bought them Bunny Ear Hats. Tyler will sure regret his solo picture come graduation or wedding time, but I think it is hilarious.

A 10 pound baby turns into a 50 pound baby 30 minutes into a church service. We were sore...and sweating midway through the service....maybe we need to eggsercise more.

All in all, the 1st Easter was a hopping success. I wouldn't have wanted to spend it with anybunny else, I'm not yolking around.

Alright, I'm eggsiting stage left....

Beware of Apple Juice

At our appointment last week, we told the Doc that Tyler seemed to be "forcing" the issue when it came to going #2. Not only would he turn tomato red, but the "final product" was usually a hard ball of poop. It just looked painful for the poor guy.

Doc suggested adding 1 oz of apple, prune, or grape juice to his bottle twice daily.

Pros:

Apple Juice tastes great, no problem getting the entire bottle down the hatch.

Apple Juice seemed to loosen things up a bit.

Pooping seemed easier and more regular.

Cons: His poop had the the rankest, most foul apple juice scent that you could imagine. I'm talking, smell it through his clothes, I had to cover my nose with my shirt to carry him to change rank. And it was yellow. Just all around bad.

After 3 days of apple juice supplementing, my man pooping with ease, and numerous threats from the nanny, we decided to cut the apple juice from the diet.

I'm not sure that grape juice would have been a better option, but I know one thing, prune juice would have been a horrible idea.

2+ Month Report

The last time we talked, we were exchanging the breast pump for formula...and the transition has been smoother than expected. (Except the formula poop smells 100 times worse than breast milk poop) The babies recently had their 2 month appointment. 2 months was a big step for the babies, they both eclipsed the 10 pound mark, Tyler weighing in at a chunky 10 lbs 6 oz, and Addison at a healthy 10 lbs 2 oz.

I honestly can't believe they have been here for over two months now. Just to give you an idea, 2 months consists of an estimated 996 feedings, 1,240 diaper changes, 3,720 wipes, and about 20 hours of total sleep.

The babies are changing so much everyday, Tyler is 100% addicted to smiling and does it often, and his biggest smiles come when he is doing a number 2.(Just like daddy) Tyler has yet to master the art of sleeping through the night, and is an eating machine. He eats every 3 hours, on the hour, without fail. This quality places him last in our nightly baby draft*.

Addison, is getting more beautiful every day. She smiles some, but is really good at sleeping through the night. She can go 6 + hours at night, which places her on the very top of both of our draft boards.

Both babies are sitting up in there Bumbos(not to be confused with a binky or a boppy), and really getting good at holding their heads up. Tyler has a little more difficulty with this because of his large cranium. His head is in the 84th percentile, compared to his weight in the 12th percentile. The kids got a big noggin. They have really gotten good at focusing on things around them. Addison really focuses on The Rangers and Mavs when they are on TV, Tyler focuses on himself in the mirror(Just like daddy), and his bumble bees on the top of his swing.

*Baby draft- Each night, we divide babies and conquer feedings/cryings. Since, Addison is content sleeping through the night we decided waking her every 3 hours wasn't the best way to keep doing this. Tyler eats a lot, and we don't want to discourage that, so when he's hungry we feed him. Each night Caroline and I alternate draft picks, 1st pick always get Addison, and typically gets a solid 6 straight hours of almost uninterrupted sleep. 2nd pick gets Tyler, and is guaranteed less sleep, at least one outfit change, and a 2:00 a.m. feeding. One day, Tyler will sleep through the night, but he's shown no signs of slowing down yet...

Pumping of the Breasts

Caroline has been pumping for the last 7 weeks and it's been going pretty good, but I think she finally hit her wall this week. In all fairness, she rivals Elsie in milk production, but spending over 5 hours a day attached to that machine has finally gotten the best of her. She had hinted the past couple of days that she was growing tired of it, so I figured the end was near.

Today I received a text from her that read, "One of my pump pieces fell in the dishwasher and melted, this breastfeeding is falling to pieces."

I feel I will receive the following texts, in no particular order at some point today:

"Scissors accidentally fell onto to pumping hoses and sliced them in half"

"Whoops! I left the breast pump in driveway, and accidentally backed over it"

"Crap! I forgot I backed over the pump in the driveway. Pulled car forward and ran over it again. I'm such a dummy"

"I know it's April, but I started the fireplace...and you'll never believe what melted when I set it next to the fire. It rhymes Shmeast Rump"

"Man, I started the disposal and it made this weird noise. I dug around in there and found all of my pumping materials. Crazy, they must have fallen in when I washed them"

Looks like we're moving on. Adios boobs.

You have no idea how accurate this picture is/was...

The Hangover-Baby Edition

You know the scene from The Hangover when all of the guys wake up in the penthouse, with a stripper, a chicken, a jungle cat in the bathroom, and Allen has no pants on? Phil wakes up and assesses the situation and says, "What the f*ck happened last night?"(3:35 on this video)

At about 8:00 this morning, I wake up and look at Caroline and my first words are, "What the hell happened last night? As I walked around the house it reminded me of The Hangover scene, but replace beer bottles, chickens, missing teeth, and a flaming chair with empty baby bottles, burp cloths, two disheveled wiener dogs, and crying babies. Last night was a rough one. Not much sleep for anyone. Addison and Tyler started off on different schedules and never got back together. Caroline and I decided to divide and conquer last night. Addison was all mine, Tyler was all hers. Addison and I went from couch, to crib, to rocking chair, back to crib, to Nap Nanny, before she finally decided to settle on the swing at 3:15 am. Once in the swing, we played to "passy game" which is where I put the passy in her mouth, go lay down on the couch and exactly 15 minutes later she spits it out and cries. We went 4 rounds. She won. She did sleep a couple of hours and I tossed and turned on the couch under a pink and white polk-a-dotted baby blanket. Then it was back up at 6:15 for her morning feeding. Caroline had the same experience, but I was out when hers was going on, so not much documentation on their all night partying. I'm sure it's much of the same story, with same results.

As for the disheveled wiener dogs, Saidy wants to be a baby. Every time they get out of one of their sleeping contractions, Saidy is on it. This is Saidy overtaking both of the nap nannies.

A couple of notes from this pic. Yes, I realize both Nap Nannies are pink. Luckily, Tyler does not, yet. We got a bunch of (free) stuff from on of Caroline's co-workers who had twin girls, and have yet to replace the pink cover. Poor guy, already getting run over by his little sister.

Also notice, the slant on the Nap Nanny on the right hand side?

That is because Daisy has burrowed under it.

Both babies are smiling now. Here is Tyler cheesing it up for Daddy.

Addison is still shy with her smiles, but as soon as I get a pic, I will show her some blog love too.

No Poop For You!

As a parent, it's always tough seeing your child(ren) in any pain or discomfort. The last couple of days, Tyler has been in serious "trying to poop" mode, and was pretty miserable the whole time. Lots of bright red faced grunting, squirming, farting, and squeezing. We tried everything from massaging his belly, to doing the bicycle motion with his legs to "loosen things up", and even tried sticking the lubed Q-tip up the darkest of places(you get the picture). All seemed to have been done with no success, until 11:33 am this morning I get this text: After 2 1/2 days of being fully clogged, it looks like things are back in order and luckily I wasn't there to have to change him.

I always wondered what the point of the smiling poop emoticon was, but I felt if there ever was an appropriate use for it, this text was it.

Gettin' Fit

I think my pregnancy weight gain has been well documented in this blog, but if not, let's just say I got a little doughy after the NYC Marathon in the last 4 months of pregnancy. I would find myself eating ice cream and cookies when Caroline wasn't even joining in. I was eating like I was pregnant, and gaining a bit of a bump. After the bambinos arrived and we got settled in, my goal was to get in serious shape. I found a gym that does Cross Fit that is about two blocks from my house. This stuff is intense. I come home almost throwing up each and every evening. Sounds fun, no?

Anyway, onto the real story. One night after I came home Caroline noticed my body was retaking the shape of a Greek God she decided she wanted to get back in shape. Considering she was back to her pre-pregnancy weight 13 hours after the babies were born, her issue wasn't losing weight. She wanted to get stronger. And by stronger, I mean she was worried about ever having to lug both baby carriers with babies in them around by herself.

After I came home from Cross Fit last night, I noticed she was in workout gear, the coffee table had been moved, and she was a little red in the face. That means one thing, "At Home Workout Tape" WRONG.

W:You work out?

C:Kind of.

W:What do you mean?

C:Well, I wanted to get stronger, so I did curls, lunges and walked around with the baby carriers.

W:Cool. Why did I just stub my toe on the 8lb dumb bells?

C:I might have put the dumb bells in the carrier to simulate some baby weight...

And...Wylie does Cross Fit and

Weights:

+

Carriers:

= Baby Fit:

Mall = Impossible

We had our first real "outing" with T & A on Friday as we ventured to North Park Mall. First of all, getting us four out of the house takes some major prep work. We only have about a 2 hour window to leave and get back before the feeding frenzy starts up again. So, we frantically pack diaper bag, change outfits, stuff babies into car seats, grab stroller and go.

The worst part about the outing is the stroller we are using. Right now we are at the mercy of The Dual Snap and Go until the kids can sit in a stroller without their carriers.

This is a dual stroller that the car seat carriers can "snap" into and you "go"...in theory. Problem with this thing is that it is the length of a school bus, and has the turning radius of a cruise ship. I would literally have to stop in the mall, look both ways and behind me, swing this puppy around and cross. At some points, Caroline would act as a crossing guard, holding her hands up, stopping traffic, and whistling me through.

The battle doesn't end there...try fitting a school bus into the baby stores...not happening.

Things I used to take for granted at the mall:

Escalators

Stairs

Curbs

Now we use elevators, ramps, and crossing guards.

Anyone have a orange vest we can borrow?

Letter to the Future about the Past

Kind of confusing I know, but Caroline and I have written a letter to us to read in 2 years when we are thinking about having one more baby.

Dear 2013 Caroline and Wylie,

Hey there, aren't your kids cute? They are both 2 years old now, walking, talking, and both child prodigies. We just wanted to write you to remind you what went on in their first month of life. I know you're thinking about having another kid, but please read this beforehand.

Remember the 3 hour feeding schedule? Remember the really tough ones that happened between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m. where you had to peel yourself out of bed, sleep walk across the hallway, change a diaper and be greeted with a golden shower? Remember the cries that have been labeled the "Wounded Dinosaur" and the "Injured Dolphin"? Remember these cries echoing through the house in the surround sound of baby monitors? Caroline, remember the time you drove all of the way to the Doctor's office on your cell phone and kept complaining of a "real poopy smell in your car' only to later find the "poop smell" was on the hand that you were holding the phone with? Wylie, remember the breast milk projectile vomit you took to the bare chest at the 3 a.m. feeding?

Look, I know you love these little guys,but just remember how much work they are now. You lucked out, you got healthy babies, a boy and a girl. So, if this letter doesn't convince you enough, go price some diapers and wipes. Or watch the attached video, and your feeling on the breast pump.

Love,

Yourself, version 2011

1 Month

We had our 1 month Doctor appointment yesterday, Tyler weighs 7 lbs 3 oz and is 19.5 inches long. Addison is also 7 lbs 3 oz and is 19 inches long. Both babies are slowly creeping towards the 10th percentile in weight and height. Somehow, I was the only one that received a shot...Nothing more embarrassing than going to your kids' pediatrician and your the one walking out with the baby blue camouflage band aid.

I wasn't sure if the shot was going in my arm or butt, and we were in a hurry to get out of there as feeding time was rapidly approaching. So, in my mind, I was contemplating dropping my pants(in case of butt shot) and taking off my shirt(in case of arm shot) to speed up the process, but I thought it might be a bit awkward when the nurse walked in. Luckily for everyone involved, the shot went in my arm.

Ready for Greenville St. Patty's Day

Ready for bedtime

Catching up at 3 weeks!

It's tough to believe, but the kiddos are three weeks old today. I've learned a lot in three weeks, and I've still got some learning to do.

What I've learned:

Diapers-I knew they would roll through these things, but never at the pace it is happening at currently. I will take a diaper off, clean up the plumbing, place another diaper under one of them, then they poop again, remove newer diaper, re-clean, they pee, newest diaper strapped on, and any other "incidents" are ignored. My max is 3 diapers, I refuse to use more than that per change. Addison and Tyler, if you are reading this, the pooping game was funny, but now I'm fighting back! While we are on the subject of diapers, one of the more useful/utterly disgusting inventions is the Diaper Genie. It's genius in how it stores what seems to be thousands of diapers in a little can that is ALMOST odor free(nothing the kids have produced could ever be 100% odor-free), but it is completely disgusting when you pull this see-through trash bag out of the can and have to shamelessly take it out to your garbage. Couldn't they make the bag non-transparent? It's gross...

Wipes-The use of these things that fascinate me the most. I'm serious when I say this, I use more wipes in a day than I take breaths of air. I'm talking 8-10 wipes per kid, per change. Plus, the wipes have you at their mercy, there's no substitute, unless you want to use wash cloths, but then you're stuck cleaning poop twice...once out of the diaper, then once out of the cloth you used...two words, "No thanks".

Monitors-Apparently we bought monitors that were for a couple with a deaf person in the relationship, because not only do they produce sound, but they emit a very bright blue strobe light effect each time a sound is made. Couple the bright blue light with the sound machine the babies use for sleeping that is set on "heartbeat" and it turns our bedroom into a night club. So picture this, we are hearing "ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom" out of the monitor, we are also seeing the bright flashes of light in this exact pattern, now multiply that times two, because we are so tired, we each have a monitor on our side of the bed ensuring that one of us wakes up...Don't buy these monitors, unless you're deaf.

Boobs-Like them, always have, will again in the future, but right now I'm tired of seeing them. Caroline is either walking around with ice packs on them, warm cloths, pumping them, or just freeing them. I even saw somewhere that suggested she put cabbage leaves over her boobs to help milk production...Really? How do your boobs know you're wearing cabbage???....never thought I would say this, but I'm over boobs.

Sleep-Forgot what it felt like...so no comment.

As for the babies, they're easy, awesome, and great. I did get milk barfed on and pooped on in about a 30 minute span today, and can 100% say that is a first, but probably not a last.

Here is a public Facebook link of some pics.

This was taken from my phone during our photo shoot by http://www.carolriell.com/ I'll post her version of the pics once we get them.

2 Weeks Later...

I wanted to brag on Caroline, not only has she turned herself into a one woman dual feeding machine, but I think she looks AMAZING for having twins 2 WEEKS AGO.

*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.

Friday Night...Party in the Nursery

Well, it's 11:10 on Friday night and I am laying on the floor of the nursery...why you ask? I'll tell you.

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)

Random Thoughts:Mostly on Pooping

Everyone is doing great...babies are eating, pooping, and sleeping(repeating), usually in that exact order and usually the pooping or peeing is aimed at us or ends up on us. We've had our share of diaper blowouts and golden showers too. Tyler is a little more vocal with his bowel movements(I know, like father like son), and we never have any question when his diaper is full. Addison is quite the little lady, and poos on her own schedule.

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.

We Are Here...and We Are Pretty Awesome!

Quick timeline of events of how this all played out.

2:35 am-Caroline rolls over and politely tells me "Wylie, I think my water broke"

2:37 am-Called Doc and he told us to come in to have these babies

2:49 am Scrambled around the house, collecting necessary provisions for hospital survival

2:50 am- Make phone calls to family members

3:00 am-Hazard lights on, speed racing to hospital

3:10 am-check in, prepping for c-section begins

4:00 am-My dad and brother arrive

5:00am- Caroline heads back to OR

5:05 am-Wylie puts on scrubs and plays doctor

5:15 am-Wylie heads back to OR

5:35 am-Babies in arms

Tyler Thomas Eagle was born at 5:35 am on Feb 14, 2011. Addison Rebecca Eagle was born at 5:36 am.

Tyler weighed 5lbs 14 ounces and is 19 inches long...And if I do say myself, he is well "equipped". The doctor was quoted saying, "He should have come out wearing a jock strap"

Addison weighed 5lbs 5 ounces and is 18.5 inches long...and is absolutely gorgeous!

We have some pics on Shutterstock, and will continue to upload. Click here to view some pics!

Final Piece

Out with the old, in with SUV #2. We loved our Lexus and all the perks that came with it(free valet parking at Rangers and Mavs games), but we were realizing it was terribly impractical for twins. It would have been a tight fit for one car seat, let alone two. We opted for a smaller SUV, since we have the Tahoe(which seats about 12 comfortably), and went with the super-roomy Toyota Highlander. Buying a car is always an experience, buying a car with a pregnant companion is...um interesting. I won't go into details, but let's just say Caroline told the salesman off(he was wrong), then refused to look at or even talk to him for the next three hours. Awkward. Then to make Caroline almost explode one of his cohorts walked up and said, "God bless you child, if you look up pregnant in the dictionary there will definitely be a picture of you" Not the best thing to say to a pregnant women. At least no one has told her she is "the weirdest pregnant woman I've ever seen"...oh wait.

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!

36 Weeks!

We are FINALLY entering the last week of being a family of two, and will soon be a family of 4!!

Thursday we had our last rounds of doctor's appointments, and everything looked great. Caroline was trying to negotiate with the Doc to get the kiddos out early, but she lost. I can't say I will miss these appointments, but it sure was an unreal journey. It was always fun seeing the sonograms every week, watching the babies grow bigger on the screen each and every time we went in, tracking their weight gain, and hearing their beautiful heartbeats never got old. It was fun (for me) watching Caroline's poor body morph into a dual baby carrying machine. Every step of the way was something new for us, and as this entire "not making babies/making babies/pregnancy" journey ends...I know the new journey begins.

I can't wait to be a parent, I can't wait to be called Dad, I can't wait to change stinky messy diapers and get peed on, I can't wait to love these kids unconditionally, I can't wait to dress them up in matching Texas Tech outfits...There are so many thinks that I can't wait do. It's all going to be so awesome...so now all I have to do is....wait. Wait for 6 days. 6 days 5 hours 35 minutes and 54 seconds to be exact, but who's counting?

I don't really know what this post was meant to be, but maybe it was just meant for me to kill about 20 minutes of "wait time" if so, 6 days 5 hours 15 minutes and 33 seconds to go. Mission accomplished.

I assume the next time I will blog will be to post(show off) pictures of two beautiful hairy babies.

Aliens?

Caroline has not been taken over by aliens, but she does have two babies that appear eager to punch, claw, and/or kick their way out of her stomach.

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.

35 Weeks and counting

35 weeks has come. Another major milestone in the books, and Caroline is still miserable. She can't roll over, can't sleep, breaths aloud like Darth Vader, and has run out of Friday Night Lights episodes. She killed 4 seasons in 2 weeks. That's 63 episodes, with a run time of 2,746 minutes. That's 45 1/2 hours. This is world record TV viewing at it's finest., folks.

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!

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.