A friend of mine posted this picture and it resonated with me. Also made me realize that I hadn't kept up with my blog ... again. I guess it hasn't made my survival checklist but it sure does help to vent and brag on my girls. I am now 32 weeks pregnant with number four and my days of being in denial are numbered. People ask me all the time, "how are you going to do it?". I just laugh it off because as all mommies, especially my twin mommy friends know, you just do. This is the hand God dealt you and you don't have an option. So, my answer is usually, "One day at a time". Hence, the to do list. It spoke to me.
Let me start with a vent. Being so obviously pregnant, I get congratulations almost everywhere I go. Then I get the usual, "is it a boy or a girl?". I tell them it's a boy and then I get the usual "now, you're done". And, in my constant hormonal state, I think back to a computer animated video where a twin mom tells the nosy mom she is conversing with "I am so glad you made that decision for me". Or something along those lines. For those who haven't seen this video, here is a link.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=video+twin+mom+converstation&mid=080B4604496F44CFD086080B4604496F44CFD086&view=detail&FORM=VIRE1
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| Can you see my belly? |
This just opens up a huge can of worms of the thoughtless things people say to people who are not only pregnant but also to those who are trying to get pregnant. Can't they just stop at "congratulations" or "how nice"? Instead of that or the other doozie "I bet your husband is happy". Yes,
only he is. Again, constant hormonal state. People are extremely lucky that I haven't given in to those hormones and actually say what I am thinking.
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| Yes, that's my wallet. |
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| Homemade ticker tape parade |
I have also found myself more than once, staring enviously at moms who only have one kid. Thinking things like "How nice it must be to have just one. Just one kid to pack up, just one kid's worth of stuff to get in the diaper bag. I bet it didn't take her 20 minutes to load up the car." Then, I quickly get back to reality. Looks can be deceiving. I would never give up my 3 girls or my boy on the way. We are really getting to the good stuff. Yes, it's hard work. Oh yeah, there are bad days, where I don't recognize myself. But I wouldn't give it up.
The twins are talking to each other. I mean really conversing, not the twin talk from their infant days. They talk to their little sister. She eats up every single syllable. Sabrina is trying to repeat what they say and sometimes she is actually successful. Having more than one right off the bat, I didn't have to arrange a play date to give my kids someone to play with ... or fight with. It is the best when the fighting is over who gets to play with Sabrina or make her laugh or get her out of bed.
The best thing I heard all week was Mia say to Livvy "You are my best friend". And she meant it, it was so sincere. You just can't make this stuff up! And it's these little morsels that help me survive the day. A day filled with tantrums, fighting, mocking, and refusing to sleep and/or eat. The we go to sleep... eventually. The slate is wiped clean. We start all over again.
The twins are talking to each other. I mean really conversing, not the twin talk from their infant days. They talk to their little sister. She eats up every single syllable. Sabrina is trying to repeat what they say and sometimes she is actually successful. Having more than one right off the bat, I didn't have to arrange a play date to give my kids someone to play with ... or fight with. It is the best when the fighting is over who gets to play with Sabrina or make her laugh or get her out of bed. 
