Things that Annoy Me

Ok, it's Monday. I may not have a "case of the Mondays" but in honor of tired, grumpy people on Monday everywhere, here is my list of recent annoyances:


1. People's Bad (RUDE) Reaction to the Fact I'm Having Twins
Conversation I had couple of days ago with a CVS store clerk while I was checking out:

Clerk: So, when is your baby due?
Me: Actually, I'm having twins and they are due at the end of August.

Clerk: Wow! And you're already THAT BIG! 2 more months... I guess you do have to gain a lot more for twins.
Me: Well, it does take a lot of room to grow TWO PEOPLE (Note: I have a slight edge of annoyance here).
Clerk: I had a friend who had twin boys and she was huge by the time they were born (she holds her hands out around her as if to imply this woman was as round as she was tall).
Me: Anyway. Thanks for my order. Have a good night.

Seriously. I have had this conversation or one similar to it so many times when I am checking out at the grocery store, buying food at a food court, or really just with anyone I've never met who asks about my baby. I get that they ask about a baby. Clearly, I look pregnant. That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the ridiculous reaction to me having twins ("I'm glad it's you and not me!") as if no one on Earth has ever had twins before.

I am seriously considering just lying to strangers from here on out and when they say, "when is your baby due?" I think I'll just play along and say, "Next week." I can say that for the next 2 months, right?

2. Maternity Clothes that Don't Fit My GIANT Belly
I have great friends who have loaned me their maternity clothes. So in addition to my own clothes, I have 5 other women's maternity clothes. This should be all the clothes I'd EVER need for a few months. However, my body has other ideas. Most of my maternity clothes are a size Medium, but I have a lot of Larges too and yet NONE of them are long enough now... at least when it comes to my ginormous belly. All of my extra long tank tops/shirts that I wore when pregnant last time (all the way until the due date) now look like midriff shirts. It's not that they are too tight all over, it's just that my tummy stretches out SO much farther this time that my shirts won't cover them. So I have like 4 shirts that fit right now. Ugh. Going up to an X-Large would just make it bigger everywhere, not necessarily much longer to accommodate my tummy. Good times.

I may look like a white trash pregnant Britney Spears by the end of my pregnancy rocking midriff maternity shirts.

3. People Who Are Annoyed that We a) Don't Have Names Picked Out & b) Won't Tell Once We Do
Asking if we have any names picked out is a common and harmless question. I don't mind anyone asking that because I know it's not unusual for a woman to have the name picked out as soon as she finds out she's pregnant. That's fine. My irritation comes from people who get almost mad at me and when I say, "We aren't sure yet. Still looking at a long list of names." I tell them that we didn't tell the name last time around b/c it was the one secret that my husband and I could share during the whole experience. Some people can't take the hint and ask, "what are your top favorites that you're thinking about?" I just want to shout -- "It's NONE of your business. Thanks for asking."

I guess I'm annoyed mostly because it's just assumed that you would have a name picked out and have it monogramed on pillows before you finish the first trimester. This has to be a relatively new phenomenon considering that up until about 30 years ago people didn't know if they were having a boy/girl until delivery. Now with the use (and I mean OVER use) of ultrasounds, we know so early that people just assume not only do you want to find out boy/girl, but you have also named your child and will want to share that with everyone. Sorry, I want just one little piece that I can keep for myself and my husband.

Okay enough of the grumpy blog, perhaps I can do a happier list next time...

Uncomfortable Is Comforting

Today I'm officially 28 weeks pregnant with twins. While this may not seem like a huge accomplishment, let me tell you -- it is! HUGE! At least that's the size of my belly right now. Check out this fantastic image I found online of a twins' belly. NOTE: This is NOT my belly. However, mine is just as big, I'm just not ready to post pics of myself.

I've been reading a website about the week-by-week development of twins in pregnancy and basically it looks like I should get used to my new friend -- uncomfortable. The synopsis for weeks 28-32 of twins' pregnancy describes how you probably aren't sleeping well anymore because you can't get comfortable no matter what you do. It goes on to say that sitting is even difficult at this point because of the ever-growing belly. I can personally vouch for both of these. I wake up at least 5 times a night and sleep maybe 4 hours total on a good night. It's not that I'm always waking up because of a squished, full bladder (although that does happen at least once a night now), it's that I simply can't get comfortable in bed. I flip from side to side because if you lay on one side for too long, your bottom leg will go to sleep. Seriously. It's awesome. I highly recommend it. So it's like I got half an epidural (not that I've ever had one of those, but I assume it would feel like that) as punishment because I had the ridiculous notion that I could lay on my side.

Also lying on my side means that I have two babies stacked on top of each other. This causes an enormous amount of weight to sling to one side, and then the babies start kicking each other and I get to take the brunt of their fights. Lying on my back is just impossible because there are two babies lying on my spine and that's not comfortable for any of us. They let me know their distaste for this position by kicking and punching the daylights out of me. Good times.

Okay, so I'm not going to sleep again until the babies get here.... wait, that won't happen for at least 3 months after they arrive or until they figure out how to sleep more than 6 hours consecutively. Maybe I can just get some rest on the couch. Seriously, sitting can't be that big of an inconvenience. This should be easy. It's not like I'm in a stiff office chair -- it's a freaking soft couch! Nope, my tummy literally touches my legs when I try to sit up. Not so much TOUCHES my legs as PRESSES down in a super-uncomfortable/almost painful way.

I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer complainer today, but I'm struck by the differences between being pregnant with twins vs. a singleton. I was slightly uncomfortable the last few weeks when I was pregnant with one baby, but it was never THIS much, THIS early. I'm hoping to go another 10 weeks before the babies arrive, so I can have 2 fat, healthy, full-term babies but it looks like in the meantime I'll be sleep-deprived and uncomfortable. In some way, being uncomfortable and getting larger by the minute is comforting because it shows me that the twincesses are growing and getting bigger. My discomfort is a sacrifice I'm more than willing to make to have 2 healthy babies, so I know it will all be worth it when I get to hold them and snuggle while taking in that wonderful new baby smell.

To Minivan or Not to Minivan

So it's been a while since I posted something, I've got to get better about that...

Let's chat about the dreaded minivan. The symbol of the All-American soccer mom, it clearly states you are a part of a FAMILY, not a chic, hip, young person. I've always said that I'd never drive a minivan, but things always have a reliable (and often annoying) way of changing. Since we are expecting twins and have a 2-year-old daughter, there aren't many options for a vehicle to fit our family of five. Certainly not any cool options.


We tried to fit all three car seats in the back of our Saturn SUV, but the doors wouldn't shut. FAIL! So we knew buying another vehicle was not a want, but a definite need. I fought the idea of a minivan tooth and nail and vowed to keep my quickly-fading cool points by checking out other SUVs. However, those behemoth vehicles are not all they're cracked up to be. They have terrible gas mileage, they're ridiculously expensive and the biggest con of them all -- they have 2 benches for seating. This isn't bad if you're loading a car full of teenagers or adults, but for moms who have to climb over seats with babies or toddlers to strap them in their racecar-esque 5-point buckle harness car seats, it's not so great.

I still had hope for the Chevy Traverse, the new SUV with a bench in the back and 2 captains chairs in the middle (think--just like a minivan, but cool). But there were again 2 major drawbacks, first the price of the Traverse is highly inflated since it's only been around a couple of years. Second and MOST importantly, the doors open like any other car door. This may not sound like a big deal, but when you are carrying TWO -- yes, TWO --babies in your arms while simultaneously coralling a 2-year-old into the vehicle, it's impossible to grab a door handle and swing open a door without dropping babies and/or losing your sanity. So the appeal of a one-touch button on your remote to open the side doors of a minivan is the closest thing to sexy you can get with a mom wagon.

With ALL my options exhausted, it was time to suck it up and prepare for the inevitable. I was going to own a minivan. We made the trade in on another car we owned (still keeping the SUV) and upgraded to the Honda Odyssey. It has all the amenities you could want. We have 11 cup holders. SERIOUSLY. Eleven! I'm not sure why you need to store that many drinks at once, but apparently it's accomodated by the Odyssey. We have a rear camera that shows up in our rear view mirror when you put the van in reverse, so you can see what you're about to back into. It's a neat feature that makes me feel like I'm driving a spaceship.

However none of these handy features makes me feel like a hip, stylish, young (okay, youngish) woman in my early 30s. But I guess the point is that I'm a mom and what I need trumps what I think looks cool. While I still view the purchase of our minivan as the death of my youth, I also see it as the start of a new chapter in my life. It's appropriate that our van is an Odyssey since I feel like we're getting ready to embark on a new journey into the unknown. Life with 3 kids -- not to mention having twins -- will be a challenge that is sure to test my patience, sanity and our bank account all while giving us immeasurable amounts of joy, awe and love.

Fun Facts about Pregnancy Your Mama Won't Tell You

Weight gain, heartburn, pain during childbirth... these are things that are commonly discussed from mothers to other women. But there are several things -- things you might want to know up front -- that are left out of the pretty little package known as pregnancy.

Let me start by saying I LOVE being pregnant. Seriously watching my body change from what I think is the frame of a 12-year-old boy into a curvy, womanly figure is outstanding. My husband would agree. I also enjoyed childbirth with my first child. Yes, you heard me. ENJOYED it. Yes, there was pain, but it's called labor for a reason -- your body is hard at work. It does what it is designed to do: grow, nourish and ultimately push out a baby. That's pretty damn impressive if I do say so myself.

Okay, back to the list of what you won't hear from your best friend who just had a baby, but you NEED to know before you get knocked up:

1. Deep breaths are a thing of the past. I'm in great shape, or at least I was the month I got pregnant this time around. However, between the 24-hour morning sickness and now the doctor's orders not to workout, I am now so, SO far from that fit person. My point being that I ran a marathon one month before I got pregnant and now I literally can't catch my breath when I get to the top of one flight of stairs. Your lung capacity changes dramatically when you are pregnant because your organs have to shift around to make room for a baby (or 2 of them in my case), so something's got to give and usually that's your ability to breathe deeply.

2. You will pass gas and don't get me started on hemorroids... I'm not someone who chats about such crude, teenage boy humor like farting, but when you are pregnant your digestion changes and yes, you will pass gass frequently and without your control. There's not much you can do about this one except feel embarrassed. Also if you are lucky enough to miss out on hemorroids during your pregnancy, chances are you may experience them after delivery thanks to all the pushing.

3. People will be rude to you and make disrespectful comments to you and think it's funny and/or socially acceptable b/c you are pregnant. I'm sure you've already seen my rants on how people (randoms and close friends/family alike) like to comment on your weight when you're pregnant as if it's their job. But it's not just that. They will comment about your decision to work outside the home or stay at home, your decision to breastfeed or bottle feed, your decision on what color to paint the nursery, your baby's name... and on and on. Anything related to the baby suddenly becomes public domain and can be judged openly by ANYONE and many people feel it's their God-given right to do so outloud. Sometimes I just want to tell people to stop making wise cracks about my weight because I'll catch up with them in a year and we'll see who looks better in a pair of skinny jeans. Or I'd like to tell them that my decisions with my child are none of their business so maybe, just maybe, they should shut up. Of course b/c of my ridiculously high level of aversion to confrontation, that will never happen.

4. Stretch marks creams don't work and your body may never go back to the way it was. Stretch marks simply happen based on 2 things: your genes and how much weight you gain/how fast you gain it. I didn't get stretch marks the first time around, but with twins it almost seems inevitable. Hopefully not, but I can't do anything to control that so it's one less thing I need to stress about. As far as weight, you may get back to your pre-baby weight, but your body may have shifted. Your hips may be wider, your breasts may sag, your tummy may have extra skin that you can't get rid of. I don't mean to scare those of you who haven't had kids because it's not a given that you'll go from supermodel to frumpy mom overnight. I gained 30 pounds with my first pregnancy and lost 40. I was in better shape when she was 1 year old than I was before I got pregnant thanks to old fashioned working out and eating right. With twins I'm not expecting such fantastic results, but I'm not naive enough to think my body will always stay the same.

5. Having a baby will change your outlook on your career forever. Once you have a child, you will never be 100% happy at home or at work. I'm not saying you can't find happiness with an awesome job or that you can't be fulfilled if you choose to stay at home. I'm just saying that "having it all" doesn't really exist. You can have it all, but that doesn't mean that you'll feel like you're doing the right thing all the time.

After having my first child, I went back to my job and was happy. I liked what I did and the people I worked with, but there was an ache inside of me that I was missing out on my child's life. I'm not saying EVERYONE feels like I do, but of the women I've talked to, it's a common feeling. I said it's just the hormones talking and told myself I wouldn't make a decision on my career for at least 6 more months. Finally after even more MONTHS of deliberating, I quit my job when my daughter was 1 year old to stay at home with her. It was the best decision for me that I've ever made. But being at home doesn't mean I'm 100% satisfied with my career either. I love being with my child, but there are times I worry about what the future holds for me and what message I'm sending to her by choosing not to work. Again, these are just MY thoughts on MY situation, not a judgement on women's place in society.

I think it's common to feel an ache to be with our kids when we're at work and an ache to do more outside the home when we are with our children. Catch 22, huh?

What's with the Weight Issues?

As you know I'm trying to eat for 3 people so that these little twins will grow to be big, fat, strong, healthy twins. So obviously I'm going to gain weight. I have NO problem with that. In fact I enjoy seeing myself change and grow because I believe pregnancy is an incredible miracle. Just think, I help CREATE life. That's pretty freakin' amazing.

What I don't like are people who make unnecessary, and often rude, comments about a pregnant woman's weight. When I was pregnant with the Bean I heard all kinds of comments that would have been considered horribly rude by any social standard if directed to a man or a woman who wasn't pregnant. But apparently when you are pregnant some people feel they have free reign to say whatever the heck they are thinking and tell you exactly what they think of your changing body. I'm sorry, WHAT?

People will tell you that you look tired (even when you're not and thought you were having a good day up until the point this person make you feel like crap because apparently you must look like crap). People feel the need to ask you how much weight you have gained. This can be acceptable if you bring up the subject, but really there's no need for someone to say, "You're really getting big. How much weight have you gained?" My personal favorite was when I was at work in the last month of my pregnancy with the Bean and a co-worker (a FEMALE co-worker) said as she walked by, "Wow! You're really gaining weight. I can really see it in your face." OMG! WHY, oh why, would one woman say that to another woman? Really why would anyone say that to anyone? I just starting crying right there at my desk. The male co-workers in my cube ran away as quickly as if someone had pulled the fire alarm while the offender just stood there and continued to rationalize her behavior. "I mean, don't be upset. I don't mean anything by it. I'm just saying you've gained weight." Luckily for me, a good friend of mine was next to me at the time and she told the offender to just leave.

Normally I wouldn't cry if someone commented on my weight. I may just answer your question as my blood pressure rises and then leave the situation before I say something ugly in response. However that day I had already heard some other rude comments about my weight from other co-workers (all women I might add) and the sum of the whole just made me feel like crap.

Let me reinterate how I feel about pregnancy: I LOVE being pregnant. I love the way my body changes. I love that I can grow a baby and then deliver that baby (or babies as the case is now). I don't understand why some people choose to make pregnant women feel terrible for that. What if I were to tell a man who had put on some weight, "Wow! You sure are getting big. How much weight have you put on this year?" That would be unbelieveably rude!

I know with twins I'm going to gain much more weight than I did with the Bean, but that's what I'm supposed to do. It's what I need to do to grow healthy babies. This time around I'd prefer if others could keep their ridiculously rude and completely unnecessary comments to themselves. I know it won't happen and someone will tell me how big I am and how miserable I must be.

Here's an idea: how about you just take a second to think about what you are going to say BEFORE you say it. Just think if you would want someone to say that to you. Just think if it would hurt your feelings. Just think if would make you mad. Just think if it would ruin your day. Just THINK.

Eating for Three Is Harder Than Expected

I'm finding it difficult to follow my doctor's recommendation of eating 3500 calories a day (while also drinking one gallon of liquids a day) thanks to my ever present morning sickness. Except that I'm not usually sick in the morning, it's from lunchtime to bedtime that I feel ill. I'm hoping that as I get into the second trimester later this week that it will start to let up.

Friday was the worst day so far. I had to call my sister over to watch the Bean because I literally couldn't hold myself up. After a day of eating saltines and drinking ginger ale, I still ended up yacking. So much for feeling like I'm going to get sick without actually getting sick, now it's just full on SICK. ugh. blek. blah.

I'm worried that I won't be able to gain the 24 pounds by 24 weeks if I'm this sick for much longer. There's no way I can gain weight or eat what I'm supposed to if I can't even keep saltines down! I thought getting the green light to eat WHATEVER I wanted would be the best thing ever, but it turns out it's just frustrating if you can't eat anything.

Being this sick all the time makes me feel like I'm not being a good mother because I'm not playing with the Bean as much as I used to. Sometimes when I read to her, I have to stop because if I keep talking I know I will yack. So I just point at the pictures and let her talk about the story. I feel like I'm not being a good wife because I'm so sick that my husband is having to pick up a lot of slack around the house and with the Bean. He does it without complaining, and I'm so blessed to have him to help, but I want to help and I WANT TO FEEL BETTER!

Double the Fun: TWINS

So it's been a while since my last post. You'll have to forgive my lack of writing lately, but I think you can understand considering this: I'm pregnant with TWINS! I'm so excited, but definitely a little overwhelmed with the thought of the drastic changes headed my way. I thought a second pregnancy would be easier because I would know what to expect, but now this is a whole new ballgame.

What's different?
1. Morning sickness -- I wasn't sick at all with my first pregnancy, but I have been miserably sick this time. Even though I'm not throwing up, I feel like I'm going to about 90 percent of the time. Add to that the pregnancy coma of exhaustion that seems so much worse, and I really feel like I've been hit by a truck most days. Apparently nausea is more common with twins because of all the extra hormones. The doctor gave me a prescription for the nausea but it just gives me a headache and makes me more tired (2 of the side effects), so I don't take it anymore.

2. Chasing a toddler -- Last time I was pregnant, my days looked like this: work, nap, dinner, bedtime by 7:30pm. Now I'm staying at home, chasing the Bean around the house all day without much of a chance for rest.

3. Ice cream sundaes galore -- Last time I tried to eat healthy and make good choices for myself and the Bean in my tummy. Now the game is all about calories. My doctor told me that I need to be eating 3,500 calories a day! She said that normally she tells her pregnany patients to eat healthy, but that right now for me it's all about gaining weight. Research shows that (with multiples) if you gain more weight by the midway point, you're less likely to have preterm labor.

Preterm labor is a big problem to avoid with twins, so my doctor wants me to gain at least 24 pounds by 24 weeks. That means I've got about 20 pounds to gain in less than 3 months. She said to eat bowls of full fat ice cream, french fries, drink whole milk and anything else I am craving to get my 3,500 calories in every day. This is the best doctor's advice ever!!

Twins shouldn't be a surprise because my grandma had fraternal twins and they run in the family, but it's still a little shocking to see 2 babies on the ultrasound.

I'm looking forward to what the future holds with an ice cream scoop in hand.