My online life was on hold for a bit. Work got heavy, gigs are picking up (about 50 this summer!) and a member of my band has been very ill. All the usual twists and turns that keep things from getting boring. The family’s healthy and happy, and renovations on the house are going well considering that the best contractor available is me, and Mike Holmes I ain’t. Then, against all medical suppositions, and against the odds imposed by modern technology, we’re pregnant.
Yes, for those counting, that’s number 5. Yes, we know what causes this.
Ultrasound day, and (after turning grey for several hours then aquiring a grin yet to leave my face) I was crossing my fingers for 10 fingers and 10 toes. The ultrasound tech soon informed us that all was OK. Better than OK. 20 fingers and 20 toes.
I should have sat down first.
Being that this is a pub, have a beer for my lovely wife, who cannot. Me and my silly grin are going back to work on the addition to the house. I’ll check in soon, reciting my mantra, “Wayyyyyy cheaper by the half-dozen… .”
ONLY 6? Lightweight (and after 11, we know what causes it as well)! But twins…wow…one thing I haven’t done. Congratulations! And well done to both of you. I’ll raise a glass for your wife, absolutely. She deserves it!
Gracie the toddler is on her last (we hope) box of diapers. Some sick part of me actually enjoys diapers. After witnessing childbirth once, diapers are the least I can do. Really, the least.
Birth-wise, we’re doing it a bit different this time. Scheduled C, no question. I never want to be that scared again in my life. I never again want to see an OB/GYN scared.
BTW, my wife earned a ‘stork pin’ this year for delivering (someone else’s) baby in an ambulance. Good to keep the skills up, I guess.
Still grinning like that smelly guy at the back of the bus.
Healthy, happy, and home. She was 6lbs4oz, he was 7lbs7oz. Bigger now.
Relieved and overjoyed beyond words.
Seriously lacking in sleep.
In total awe of my amazing wife.
Gonna make more coffee now.
Healthy, happy, and home. She was 6lbs4oz, he was 7lbs7oz. Bigger now.
Relieved and overjoyed beyond words.
Seriously lacking in sleep.
In total awe of my amazing wife.
Gonna make more coffee now.
Excellent. I am glad all are well. Count on being sleep-deprived all the time for about a year. You’ve only had them for two days. By this time next week, you will be of the opinion that people who have their babies one at a time are slackers. And you’ll start to cringe everytime you hear some complete stranger say “Look! Twins! Aww!” as they come up to ogle and fawn over your babies. These are inevitably women, and sometimes it is impossible to make your way down the street without being stopped a dozen times by strange women slobbering over your babies. Your consolation is that you get to look down their blouses when they bend over to make baby-talk noises at the kids.
And a couple of warnings – one toddler may not be able to move a chair up to where he can climb onto the stove and counter, but two, working asssiduously together, certainly can. And one baby may not be able to get out of the crib by himself, but if he as an accomplice to boost him up . . . you getting the picture?
(not a bad heart or anything, just I’ve got good aim!)
