skinny dipping and al fresco bathing (for Maddy and Libby). So much easier when you can bathe two babies outside in their pool and there's minimal clean up.
running (for me) I ran in a 10K race today, hill repeat workout on Wednesday, and two other early morning runs this week.
yard sale (my parents) They hosted one today at our house while I was out running the 10K. We did get rid of a lot of shiot. Thank goodness and I may be able to walk in my basement once again.
birthdays. Maddy and Libby's was last week and my MIL's was earlier this week with her party tomorrow.
eatin'. (Maddy and Libby). They have been loving fresh fruits and veggies. They seriously shovel it in with two hands. I can barely put it on their high-chair tray before they are gone. Tomatoes, strawberries, peaches, apricots, plums, avocado ... you name it. Is it bad that I mentioned to my neighbor turned gardener how much they love tomatoes? Now to hit up my other neighbor who's chickens finally laid eggs. Now if I can just find a cow to milk in our neighborhood and I'll be all set!
I'm 6 weeks into my Labor Day half-marathon training plan and I'm already down one toenail. I think it's probably from the half-marathon I ran back in May, but it fell off yesterday leaving me with a very funny looking pedicure.
It feels really good to be back into running on a regular basis. I typically run with a group of girls at 5:45 AM two days a week, and then I do a long run with the entire group on the weekends.
Our 5:45 AM group has been dubbed "the crazy girls" and it's very fitting. I think nearly all of us are married, kids, working, but all dedicated to running and motivating one another. It's nice to have the time to chat with the other girls about the important things (like 1st birthday party planning, in-laws, future runs) and the not-so-important things (local running gossip, Target sales on C9 running gear, and what's for dinner). Plus, it is huge for me to be held accountable and know that I better get my ass out of bed and make it there.
For once, I may actually keep on running after I finish my next event!
I wish I could have witnessed this little moment tonight, but I was out running hills with my Janes running group.
My parents are still visiting so they fed the girls dinner tonight since I had a hair appointment at 4:45 and then I was going to meet the girls to run at 6.
So, Grans had prepared a yummy dinner of steamed veggies (fresh green beans, squash, new potatoes), tomato, and fresh peaches. I'm not sure if they had a meat or not.
Maddy had started "blowing raspberries" earlier today and since Libby has been able to do this and "give kisses" on command for quite a while, Mom was practicing with her while they drank their bottles. From what I was told it went something like this ...
Grans: "Maddy, give me a raspberry." Maddy: silence, drinking bottle and not stopping. Libby: Pops bottle out of mouth, gives a kiss, and pops bottle back in.
Libby did this 3 times ... I guess making sure that no one was left out of a kiss and that she wasn't upstaged by her sister! Who knew that sibling rivalry started so soon?!
We enjoyed a very special 1st birthday party for two very special girls. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my Saturday afternoon. Here are a few photos of the day and probably out of order, but I'm too tired to try to fight blogger to rearrange.
Getting ready to sing Happy Birthday to Libby
Hubby and I helping Maddy blow out her candle!
Maddy getting sticky, sticky, sticky. She figured out that cake icing also makes good hair product. I do think that the 3 inch cake pan makes a perfect 1st birthday cake!
I had to show my polka dot cupcake holders that matched the invitations. And, Maddy and Libby wore their polka dot pants. Oh, and my skirt had some polka dots. Oh, and so did the dessert plates. Stop the insanity!
It was now Saturday and I had an OK night. Some sleep, but I still felt like I was awake every hour, but luckily the racehorse feelings seemed to be gone. A few sporadic contractions, but none close together. I had to take my medication every four hours, so I had finally gotten some better sleep late in the morning and just slept in as long as I could.
I came downstairs and had a little to eat. The bad thing was by this point in my pregnancy, I was always hungry, but I seemed to "fill up" so quickly so it was a bummer when you feel like you can eat as much as you want, but then aren't able!
I had played on the computer for a bit, watched some TV, and talked to a few friends on the phone. Hubby was around to make sure that I had water, the remote, etc. My parents were on a vacation at a NC lake with a lot of my family (I was told NO by my OB about going on that trip), so we had spoken with them briefly. They were planning to drive to see us on Sunday.
Later that afternoon, our friend Chris stopped by to see Hubby and me. After joking with him that it was safe for him to sit on the sofa with me, we all chatted for a while then he and Hubby went out in the yard to inspect the yard or talk about man things or whatever it is that men do.
I was hooked on the Food Network by then and was watching a marathon of Bobby Flay's Throwdown show. This episode in particular. I had already decided that eggplant Parmesan sounded wonderful and that I was going to ask Hubby if he would go to Positano, our favorite Italian restaurant to pick up some takeout for dinner.
As I was contemplating my dinner, I felt a little bit of fluid leaking. Not really a gush, but more than a trickle. I got up to go to the bathroom and thought maybe I had just lost control of my bladder. Isn't that what pregnant women are supposed to do? I went to the bathroom and realized that I had no control of what was coming out. Uh-oh! I was trying to remember the COAT acronym for what to do when your water breaks.
It seemed to stop, so I had to go upstairs to get cleaned up. I came back down to look for Hubby. He and Chris were no where to be found. Another Uh-oh! I called the nurse and she told me that we should make our way to the hospital. I remember "talking" to Zoe, one of our dogs about "what the heck should I do?" I picked up the phone to call Hubby only to spot his cell phone lying on the coffee table. Uh-oh again!
I went back to the front door and saw Hubby and Chris. Whew. I guess judging from the look on my face, they knew something was up. We had been joking with Chris about being our "coach" in the delivery room since there would be two babies and we had actually been told that we may want to have a 2nd person in the room with us. Chris asked if he could do anything, but we quickly told him no and that we would call him soon.
Hubby and I got upstairs and he helped to calm me down a bit. I threw a few things back into my bag that really wasn't unpacked from our trip earlier this week. Hubby asked if he could shower, I said yes as long as it was quick, we called another friend to check on the dogs for us, and off we went to the hospital.
We were quickly admitted ... it was eerily quiet. I think we were the only people in the waiting room and there really didn't seem to be anyone else in the admitting area. I think I even asked about it, because it was so quiet. We were told that most Doctors didn't schedule c-sections or inductions on Saturday evenings, but what about all of those other women out there having babies?
I met yet another Doctor from my practice who was on call that evening. Dr. G was extremely personable and I liked her immediately. It was determined that my water had broken, that Baby B was still breech, and that since I was now 33 weeks and 2 days, had received two of the steroid injections, it was safer to go ahead and deliver the babies. I was given the option to try for a regular delivery since Baby A was head down, but strongly advised that I may end up with a C-section for Baby B. Since I didn't want to risk pain and suffering to all parts of my body, I opted for the C-section ... plus, it just seemed to be safer to get the babies out.
We still thought we had quite a while to wait, but Dr. G told us that everything would be happening in about an hour. She had one other patient in active labor, but we would have our C-section before or after her delivery. We frantically made a few phone calls to our parents and told them the news. I think we could hear car doors slamming and tires peeling out as soon as we hung up the phones.
The rest happened so fast, it's a bit of a blur. I was about 4 cm dilated by this point and having some pretty big contractions. I'm glad I was able to experience a little bit of labor, just to understand what it was like. I was disappointed that my birth experience was nothing like what I had hoped for, but I was just worried about the safety of our babies and wanted what was best for them.
We had a ton of people in the room with us - our Neonatologist, Dr. R, our OB, Dr. G, a slew of nurses, my wonderful Anesthesiologist who took tons of photos, told me about his twin boys, and was just a true pleasure, plus other staff - respiratory therapists, etc. All pretty much standard for any twin birth.
At 9:48 PM, we were told that we had a baby girl who was extremely pink, very small, and had a good set of lungs! At 9:50 PM, we were told that we had a breech girl. She was slightly bigger, very pink, and took her a little while to cry. Baby A was 3 pounds, 2 ounces and 15 3/4 inches long. Baby B was 4 pounds, 9 ounces and 17 3/4 inches long. Two girls?! We couldn't believe it. I think Hubby muttered something about two weddings so he better start saving money.
Both girls were taken to the NICU and Hubby stayed on the heels of Dr. R like he was told. I went to recovery and laid there in amazement of what had just happened. My head was just swimming trying to take everything in. They told me to rest, but I had this crazy surge of excitement. I didn't feel tired and I just wanted to see my girls.
I was finally wheeled upstairs to the 3rd floor and got to hold my first born baby for the first time. Baby A opened her eyes and I could have stayed with her on my chest all night. Warm, sweet, tiny ... with dark hair and long fingers. We hadn't decided on names, so she was still Baby A when this picture was taken.
We couldn't hold Baby B because she had been hooked up to a C-PAP to help with her airflow. She seemed so much bigger and equally sweet and soft. It was so hard not to be able to hold her close. She had the cutest little toes and feet that I just wanted to grab.
Hubby and I were instantly in love. They have by far been the best thing that has happened to me and I love them more than I could have ever imagined. It is still amazing to me that a year ago they had just arrived into our lives and now we are preparing to celebrate their 1st birthday.
It was Friday and I've been on bed rest only since Tuesday, but at home since Thursday afternoon. I was determined that I could still work from home (and had a Doctor's note to prove it), but when I called to talk to my company I was told that my FMLA was started on Wednesday.
I found this totally unfair since I had no say in the matter whatsoever and honestly, I was apprehensive about having to start my twelve weeks of FMLA. All I could think about was what if my babies aren't born for four more, six more, seven more weeks and I have to go back to work in such a short amount of time after they are here? When I posed my questions, there was no clear answer, so I just had to believe that everything would somehow work out.
I had a nice talk with the 2nd in command at my (former) company and I quickly realized that nothing I did or said was going to change anything. I may or may have not said "f*** it" after I got off the phone and laid back down on the sofa to watch some rerun on Bravo.
On Friday night, I was sore from staying in one position, so Hubby brought home a heating pad which really did offer some relief. I also took a bath because the thought of standing in a shower was a little overwhelming. My belly felt so heavy and it's easy to imagine that a teeny little baby could just slip outta there.
I started having some pretty regular contractions for a while on Friday evening. I called the nurse and I monitored them like she suggested, but they subsided before they got too regular. I had also been switched to a new medicine to stop the contractions that hopefully would help me from feeling like a racehorse.
I was hoping for some sleep that night and also asked Hubby to sleep in the bed. I realize that this sounds strange, but I had become so uncomfortable sleeping in the past few weeks, I knew that I wasn't a fun bed partner. I also had to get up to got to the bathroom several times a night, plus I was sleeping with two pillows under my head, and two to three under legs, propping up the belly, etc. so there wasn't really any room for him. I personally think he was more comfortable by himself anyway!
So I was off to bed with prayers for safe babies to stay put!
Were spent on bedrest in the hospital. I was on monitors 24/7 so I was able to see the heartbeats of Baby A and Baby B ... we didn't know the genders back then, nor had we decided on names.
The monitors also showed contractions which sometimes I could feel and other times not at all. I was lucky to have several visitors (friends from work, and my in-laws) who kept me in magazines and books.
Hubby stayed with me at the hospital, including sleeping on an awful fold out couch. If any of your significant others out there have to do this, have them request an extra egg crate pad ... according to Hubby it made a world of difference. Luckily, I had a laptop and wireless, so I think the majority of my time was spent online, napping on my left side, and eating. Every time I turned around, I was getting a meal or a snack. It's hospital food, but I found out that the sugar cookies were pretty darn good.
I received the second steroid injection for lung development, more meds to keep my contractions at bay, and I also had an IV of fluids to keep me hydrated. Another word of caution, that IV of fluids will make you gain about 7 pounds in three days and you'll go home feeling and looking similar to a beached whale.
I also found out that one of my yoga buddies who was about 28 weeks pregnant with twin boys had been admitted. Since we really couldn't get up and about, we commiserated with each other on the phone.
I was released on Thursday to spend the rest of my pregnancy on bed rest at home, taking Terbulatine to stop contractions. They upped my dose since I would no longer be on monitors and it made me feel like I was on speed. Not that I could get much sleep anyway, but with having to get up to go to the bathroom every hour and feeling my heart race wasn't a very relaxing few days.
So the next few days, I spent a lot of time with Zeus and Zoe, lying on my left side trying to enjoy daytime TV.
I had to take a break in my reminiscing about last year to share a funny story from earlier today.
It was time for the girls to go down for a nap, so my Mom and I decided that it would be a good time to go out and do a little grocery and "girly" shopping, aka looking around Target, AC Moore, etc.
Mom changed Libby while I changed Maddy. Then I read them a story, pulled the blinds and tucked them in for their afternoon naps. My Dad was left in charge which basically meant he could watch ESPN and listen out for them to wake up.
When Mom and I got back home, the girls were playing in the family room and my Dad was hanging out supervising.
I went over to give them a kiss and I patted Libby on the bottom and noticed that I didn't feel her diaper. I thought maybe it had slipped down, but upon further inspection, she was bare-assed in her little outfit. And of course the outfit was slightly damp.
I asked Mom if she had remembered to put a diaper on her & she said yes, but knew that she hadn't snapped up her outfit the entire way because she said she was in a rush to get out for some shopping! So, I went to look in the crib and sure enough, there was one dry diaper. We don't know if Mom just didn't get it on tight enough and it fell off or if Libby just pulled it off or what.
I just had to laugh that Dad didn't notice and I'm so glad that the outfit was only damp and there wasn't a trail of something else left to find!
One year ago, I was 32 weeks pregnant and on my way to a Non Stress Test (NST) at the hospital, followed up by a weekly appointment at my OB's office.
The appointments were first thing in the morning, so Hubby and I drove separately so we could go to work after they were finished. Hubby was great - he went to the majority of the appointments, especially ones where we were going to have an ultrasound.
The NST went well - they could see both babies and the heartbeats were good and strong. Baby B was still breech. After that, we headed over to my OB appointment.
I was excited to have made it to the 32, almost 33 week mark and I was excited to go to my prenatal yoga class that night. I had a meeting at work, so I was a bit anxious to finish up and head to my office so I could be there in time for the meeting.
I had just started my weekly appointments the week prior, and I was also rotating with different doctors. We had a new one for us & she was extremely nice. Dr. A asked me if I had a pelvic exam last week and I said, "Yes. Everything's fine." You kind of want to say, "Yep, still closed up tight ... just like a vault." but it's just not appropriate. Anyway, she examined me and determined that I was 2cm dilated. Whaaat? She told us she was going to go look at my chart or some nonsense. I'm sure my chart was lying on the table in the room and this is when she calls over to the hospital and tell them that she's admitting someone.
So, she comes back in the exam room and her face says it all ... we're heading to the hospital. She told us to go home, pack a bag, grab some lunch, and head over. I swung by work to tell them what was going on and we went home, called someone to check on the dogs, packed a bag, and nervously ate lunch, and headed to the hospital.
The whole time, you're just kind of wondering what's going to happen ... will I be on bed rest for the duration? Am I going into labor? Is everything OK?
I settled in, got hooked up to monitors to monitor the babies and me, started meds to stop contractions (yep, those Braxton Hicks were the real-deal), and received a steroid injection to help lung development.
Looking back, I really thought that I would just be on bed rest for the duration of my pregnancy. Little did I know that two little babies had other plans for me.
the Grandparents arriving one day early two days of yard work three wasp stings four glasses of wine (oh, my head - two were small, but still - ouch!) five early 1st birthday pressies for Maddy & Libby six big ol' bags of "yard waste" at the curb this morning - weeds, trimmings, etc. and seven miles of running!
and now we are hopefully moving onto party prep mode. Cupcakes and lemonade are a lot more fun than pulling weeds!
Nothing life changing going on up there today, but just thinking about the following ...
1. Anyone know where to get inexpensive helium balloons? Party City or are they a rip-off? I'm a little specific on my colors so they can coordinate for the birthday celebration, so I guess more specifically, pink & green helium filled balloons?
2. We're expecting around 35'ish people for the birthday. (I know, I know ... but most are family, so we can't do any guest list cutting). How many cupcakes do I need? 50? We'll have ice cream too, but I'm wondering if most people will eat more than one. I know I sometimes would, but that may just be me and my love of baked goods.
3. Did I tell you about the Lilly skirt I found at a consignment shop? Everything was 15% off that day, so I walked away with a very gently used skirt for under $30. I haven't shopped for myself much lately, so it's nice to have something that didn't come from Old Navy and didn't cost $150.
4. I've found a classic alternative music station on cable that I have really enjoyed listening to while I work. No videos, but just the songs. Every day, I can usually listen to some Janes Addiction, The Smiths, New Order, The The, The Pixies, etc. So good.
5. I'm really wondering why Libby is protesting diaper changes lately. It's gotten really bad ... crying, rolling over and crawling away, and fighting me like nobody's business. I've tried toys, giving her something to hold, talking/signing/etc, but it just seems like it is one big battle. Make that several big battles, because this happens several times a day. It really makes me want to say "Alrighty then. We'll just leave that big ol' poopy diaper on you and see how that feels."
As we are nearing the corner to ONE very quickly, I have become a little sappy thinking about the past year and how quickly it has gone. At this time last year, I was still working full-time and was getting ready to start my weekly OB/GYN exams and weekly non stress tests. I had just had two baby showers and I found this picture from one of them. We were no where near ready - i.e. hospital bag packed, supplies bought, etc because we really thought that we had much longer.
I think this must be one of the last pictures that was made of me before the girls arrived.
Very Large. And not in charge. I'm still not in charge ... when does that happen?
But the cake at the shower was wonderful. Raspberry lady from my favorite bakery - white cake with raspberry preserves and cream cheese frosting.
These little guys live in my downstairs bathroom cabinet. I stayed at the Peabody Hotel several years ago and we found out that they gave away these adorable, tiny ducks to guests with children. A co-worker of mine and I marched straight up to the reception desk and asked for little duckies for our children. Did I have any children at the time? Noooooo. Lucky for me, I asked for two.
So I guess you could say I'm on a blue kick. Maybe it comes from my Piscean nature and I've always found shades of blue and green so soothing and calming.
To back up a few steps and make it all make sense, here is what I think happened.
1. I volunteered for and attended a Designer Showhouse and one of the rooms (the bar), had about 30 small prints all framed and hung together. I loved the look of it and wanted to find something to do in our home.
2. I hunted on eBay for some kind of vintage print to catch my eye and remember, I posted about the eggs? I ended up not bidding on those and then ...
3. Jillian contacted me and she found some great eggs by Morris for me. These were by the same designer as the ones on eBay. She had a few of her own in her house. Once I saw the pictures, I knew they were the exact thing I wanted. She was wonderful to work with and she coordinated matting and had them shipped right to my door. Jill, your check is in the mail!
4. Now I have these lovely eggs prints and mats, so I need to get frames, but I also need to paint the entry way leading into our living room so all of this will coordinate. Hubby is probably reading this saying "I need to paint?! More like Hubby needs to paint." Anyway, remember the post about paint colors, etc? I've also realized that I also need new throw pillows to coordinate with all of this new blueness.
5. I'm planning to hang the eggs on the blank wall over this sofa. This sofa was my Mom's sister and I had it upholstered a few years ago. It's an Ethan Allen and I love the tuxedo style of it. From the age of it and how well it has worn, I'm amazed it has lasted this long.
6. So now that this living room will be getting all coordinated, I also need to decorate the mantle. Why is this so hard? I love my mercury glass candle holders (missing candles), but I have no idea what to do with the rest. A mirror over the mantle? Pictures? A collection of pacifiers? The dog bone since Maddy is obsessed with it and won't leave it alone?
7. Blue hydrangeas. I'm loving them this year. My white ones are also in bloom and I noticed that one bush has a few that are a shade of pink. So pretty and I wish I could enjoy them all year round.
Maddy has received her new nickname of "Daredevil" after a tumble down a stair, forward roll over Hubby's back, and several "look ma, no hands" moments of standing unassisted. She always has been more of the look before you leap baby, and it's holding true. It may scare me to no end as she loves to go down the steps facing forward, but at least she does so on her belly.
Fangs, AKA Libby has turned into a little biter today. She actually left a tooth mark on Maddy's forehead (ouch!), bit my finger hard when I was trying to feel around for any new teeth, and chomped down on Hubby too.
They are making quite the little team. Hubby caught this little video of them over the weekend and it still makes me laugh. Guess who's going after the camera?
If you are from the South, then you have probably eaten and enjoyed a pimento cheese sandwich from time to time. If you haven't, don't turn up your nose and just give it a try. On bread, crackers, or just a spoonful out of the container ... anyway is acceptable.
While looking up something for work today, I actually ran across a link to this vendor whose pimento cheese I tasted a couple of years ago.
All I can say is YUM and now it has me craving one.
If you find it, give it a try ... especially the jalapeno pimento cheese. Now, I don't know what my Meme would have said about adding jalapeno to pimento cheese, but oh my, it's good. I also love her website with the napkin, silverware, plate, and drink that are all set in front of you.
I recently ordered two new bathing suits from Lands End. I had ordered from them with success a couple of years ago, so I was excited for my new suits to arrive.
Well, I love the tankini tops, but I hate the bottoms. I showed one to Hubby and his response was "Well, it's not the most flattering one I've seen you wear."
If I can work up the courage, I'll take a picture so you can see for yourself. It's pretty bad. The leg opening is too low, too granny and it just cuts me off in all the wrong areas. So if you see the leg opening listed as "#2", do not order!
I have looked to see if they have any higher leg openings this year, but I'm not finding any that will match these. So, what's a girl to do?
I need two bikini bottoms - one black, and preferably one greenish (this patterned one above is a different color that what I have). Think my old standby of JCrew would have a decent bottom to keep the "twin skin" covered, but not make me look like a Grandma? Any other suggestions?