Babies: 10 Inches = Bananas!
Weight Gain: 15 pounds
Daily Caloric Intake: 2,000+
Daily Fluid Intake: 64+ ounces
Tummy: 36 Inches
Stretch Marks: None
Cravings: Sweets, like I will stab you in the eye if you have chocolate and don't share with me.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
My babies are bananas: B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
Week: 20 -- We're halfway there!
Babies: 10 Inches = Bananas!
Weight Gain: 15 pounds
Daily Caloric Intake: 2,000+
Daily Fluid Intake: 64+ ounces
Tummy: 36 Inches
Stretch Marks: None
Cravings: Sweets, like I will stab you in the eye if you have chocolate and don't share with me.
Babies: 10 Inches = Bananas!
Weight Gain: 15 pounds
Daily Caloric Intake: 2,000+
Daily Fluid Intake: 64+ ounces
Tummy: 36 Inches
Stretch Marks: None
Cravings: Sweets, like I will stab you in the eye if you have chocolate and don't share with me.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My non-attempt to stop the "advice" and comments
So now that I'm "Facebook Official" pregnant, everyone and their mothers decide to give me advice and/or comment on their unsureness of me carrying two children. Literally, some peoples mothers have commented on my Facebook. Here are some examples:
"I had a c-section and it was the best decision ever! You should tell your doctor that you want to have a c-section too!"
"I just don't see how you will hold two babies for much longer!"
"I know a friend of a friend of a friend who had twins and they did things this way or that way so you should do those things too because they are obviously right"
Why can't I just be socially inept and answer how ever the hell I want without consideration for other peoples feelings? But noooo, I have to be the nice person in the situation and say something witty and cute back instead of what I'm really thinking of, "EFF YOU!".
So instead of making myself out to be the asshole in real life, I've decided to move to this blog to throw out my real answers to these numbskulls:
Quasimodo: "I had a c-section and it was the best decision ever! You should tell your doctor that you want to have a c-section too!"
Me: "Besides your complete lack of privacy and social interaction skills, I have a lot of reasons I don't want to respond to you. First off, my birth decisions will not be made off the recommendations of another human. IF my doctor suggests a c-section AT THE TIME OF BIRTH, then I will, of course, opt-in for that. IF my doctor is comfortable with attempting a regular groan-and-push-then scream and push again delivery, then that will be my method of choice. Why would I choose to have a hole the size of the Mercury Way sliced into my abdomen and have my body parts laid on my stomach so they could rip my two cantalope sized babies out of me? Second off, well, there is no second off besides WTF would you think that's your business!?"
Rainman: "I just don't see how you will hold two babies for much longer!"
Me: "Well obviously you are completely uneducated on a womans body. And considering you are a woman, I find that sad and unacceptable. My uterus is no bigger or smaller than yours. Just because you or other women you know have a layer of fat in front of your uterus does not make you any more able to carry a child. My body will cope just fine and EXACTLY the same as every other pregnant womans body does. Dumbass.
Dopey: "I know a friend of a friend of a friend who had twins and they did things this way or that way so you should do those things too because they are obviously right"
Me: "That's such a great idea! I will treat my children exactly the same as your friends friends friend did and I bet my babies will love it soooo much! Maybe your friends friends friend should just videotape their lives so I can watch their every move and do whatever they do. Oh, you're right! I should buy all the products they did and use them even if they give my children hives because it worked for your friends friends friends kid so why wouldn't it work for mine!? THANK YOU FOR THIS LIFE SAVING ADVICE!!!" And then I would say, "Oh didn't I tell you it was hilarious sarcasm day?". And then I would probably finish off by saying, "Asshole".
See, I feel all better now. Sometimes I might find myself saying something to someones face that they will consider rude but I can just smile and move on knowing I can always use the, "I'm sorry, I'm just so cranky and emotional" excuse if there's ever a problem. Being pregnant seriously has it's benefits.
"I had a c-section and it was the best decision ever! You should tell your doctor that you want to have a c-section too!"
"I just don't see how you will hold two babies for much longer!"
"I know a friend of a friend of a friend who had twins and they did things this way or that way so you should do those things too because they are obviously right"
Why can't I just be socially inept and answer how ever the hell I want without consideration for other peoples feelings? But noooo, I have to be the nice person in the situation and say something witty and cute back instead of what I'm really thinking of, "EFF YOU!".
So instead of making myself out to be the asshole in real life, I've decided to move to this blog to throw out my real answers to these numbskulls:
Quasimodo: "I had a c-section and it was the best decision ever! You should tell your doctor that you want to have a c-section too!"
Me: "Besides your complete lack of privacy and social interaction skills, I have a lot of reasons I don't want to respond to you. First off, my birth decisions will not be made off the recommendations of another human. IF my doctor suggests a c-section AT THE TIME OF BIRTH, then I will, of course, opt-in for that. IF my doctor is comfortable with attempting a regular groan-and-push-then scream and push again delivery, then that will be my method of choice. Why would I choose to have a hole the size of the Mercury Way sliced into my abdomen and have my body parts laid on my stomach so they could rip my two cantalope sized babies out of me? Second off, well, there is no second off besides WTF would you think that's your business!?"
Rainman: "I just don't see how you will hold two babies for much longer!"
Me: "Well obviously you are completely uneducated on a womans body. And considering you are a woman, I find that sad and unacceptable. My uterus is no bigger or smaller than yours. Just because you or other women you know have a layer of fat in front of your uterus does not make you any more able to carry a child. My body will cope just fine and EXACTLY the same as every other pregnant womans body does. Dumbass.
Dopey: "I know a friend of a friend of a friend who had twins and they did things this way or that way so you should do those things too because they are obviously right"
Me: "That's such a great idea! I will treat my children exactly the same as your friends friends friend did and I bet my babies will love it soooo much! Maybe your friends friends friend should just videotape their lives so I can watch their every move and do whatever they do. Oh, you're right! I should buy all the products they did and use them even if they give my children hives because it worked for your friends friends friends kid so why wouldn't it work for mine!? THANK YOU FOR THIS LIFE SAVING ADVICE!!!" And then I would say, "Oh didn't I tell you it was hilarious sarcasm day?". And then I would probably finish off by saying, "Asshole".
See, I feel all better now. Sometimes I might find myself saying something to someones face that they will consider rude but I can just smile and move on knowing I can always use the, "I'm sorry, I'm just so cranky and emotional" excuse if there's ever a problem. Being pregnant seriously has it's benefits.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Big Adventures at 17 weeks
No worries, the ultrasound tech came out of our appointment un-scathed. Although they did make me wait FAR too long to hear the genders, we finally got the joyful news of, "They're both boys!". It was like angels singing in my ears. TWO BOYS!!!! That's what we were both hoping for and dreaming of....until I spent the weekend with my pigtailed, painted toed two year old neice. I won't get to fix anybody's hair or paint anybody's toes. Or pick out frilly cute dresses and shoes. *Sigh*
But seriously, I have two healthy growing boys and the word HEALTHY is all I really care about.
GASP! Oh yeah...I felt them move this weekend for the first time! I've been feeling flutters for a couple weeks now but this weekend it was an actual thump which I felt on the outside with my hand.
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
But seriously, I have two healthy growing boys and the word HEALTHY is all I really care about.
GASP! Oh yeah...I felt them move this weekend for the first time! I've been feeling flutters for a couple weeks now but this weekend it was an actual thump which I felt on the outside with my hand.
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
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