Sunday, September 3, 2017

To two too cute cuties and the handsome one

I just delved into my phone. It turns out someone took a million pictures of my babies with it. So I posted some of those pictures. We have Breanna and Stacy here currently holding babies. It's loads of fun. We've have a lot of help before and since these babies were born. Our ward has visited, brought meals, done our laundry twice a week, and just dropped by to help. We've also had family here constantly since these babies arrived and it has made all the difference.

 I have recently experienced the joys of spit up. See below for an artistic rendition of love by regurgitation.

 Skinny jeans never looked so good.
 I don't want to brag, since it was such a hard road to get there. However, I started at 155 lbs, weighed in at 174 lbs right before birthing these babies, and am currently at 138 lbs. That's what constant heartburn and twin cramming does to you. Here I am at 2 months post partum.

 Boxing lessons anyone?

 My Dad, taking care of babies for 3 weeks.
 Cookie, holding babies all week and loving it.
 Epic Christmas part deaux 2015 never before seen pictures.

 Charles and I recently celebrated our 4 year anniversary. Charles and I have the same anniversary as the sister/brother-in-law pictured here. This year, he was in Tucson for our anniversary and his birthday. Since my sister was in town, and since we share a wedding anniversary, we went to see Valerian. It was actually pretty good, even though everyone who we told hadn't liked it. Thanks for letting us see an alien movie and celebrate our anniversary without you Charles!

 St. Patrick's Day is a great day to slaughter muppets. Delicious eats. Charles is a great cook and a thoughtful husband. These pictures are from 2 years ago, but he is as wonderful as ever. Thanks for cooking for me my whole pregnancy, even when I couldn't eat anything you made Charles. Also, thanks for finishing my breakfasts when you cooked me one egg and I couldn't fit it all in my shrunken stomach. You are a pregnant lady's dream!

 These are the before and after pictures from when I donated my hair in 2014. Charles was shocked and appalled by my haircut. He now texts my hairdressers and pretends to be me. In those texts he tells them not to let me do any drastic cuts. Thanks for watching out for me and keeping me from making silly decisions Charles.

 This is a picture from when I visited my friend Emily for my other friend/mission companion Astrid's wedding. We had so much fun and I had an awesome visit. Thanks for letting me visit Utah without you for 4 days Charles. I know it was hard for you to sleep without me shoving you to the edge of our queen-sized bed.

 Charles is an expert waffle making machine and makes them for all our guests. They are fluffy, freeze well, and taste divine. Thanks for being such a handsome waffle maker for your sweet wife and visitors.
 This was the time I got a wax. It was spectacular and totally worth it. I will one day do that again. My friends are supreme weirdos, just like me. Thanks for being weird with me Charles.

 My sisters and I had the opportunity to paint together one day. It was the best. Charles has always been supportive of me, my family, my artistic development, and all other aspects of my development. Thanks for letting me grow Charles!
 When I was cleaning a Cutco spreader in our sink our first year of marriage, I cut my finger. Charles no longer lets me open cans, clean knives, cut large items, or grate cheese. Thanks for protecting my appendages Charles! I love you and have kept the rest of my fingers because of you!
Happy 4 years and 2 babies to us my sweet husband! I love you so much and can't wait to pick you up and take you home on Saturday. Woot! Love you my little Reeses addict! Oots poots!

Friday, June 2, 2017

Betting on Baby

"Call me Judgy McJudgerson. When I was younger, living in a family of 10 kids, I always assumed every womb had the same capacity for creation. I would see people with one or two kids and think what a shame it was that they only had a few children. We had so much fun as a large family and who's going to clean the house with only 4 people there?

Now I am older and have heard the stories of many parents that longed to have more children, their own children, or the opportunity to be a parent.

It is a hard thing to learn by experience. However, I have found out I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. The steps to keeping a secret:

1. Do not anticipate any sadness
2. Have someone dare you to not tell anyone
3. Tell half truths
4. Cry at home
5. Assume that when you finally tell others, they will be impressed by your fortitude

I attended a support group for women going through the process of In-Vitro Fertilization(IVF). There were a couple women who had messed up their medications- oops. That means they had to start the process over again- an expensive and devastating mistake. There were a couple women starting again because sometimes it doesn't work the first time. Imagine giving your body magic pills and telling it to make way for a baby. Sometimes that magic just doesn't work.

There was a woman there who was doing the process alone. She wanted a baby, was in her forties, and her husband was done working toward that dream. So she was in the middle of a divorce and trying to have a baby alone. She advised all of us newbies to tell family and friends about our experiences, so they could grieve with us and rejoice with us.

It is a hard secret to keep. However, we didn't want to let our family and friends down when we didn't have news right away. So, instead of telling everyone the good news, we are telling everyone the bad news. This sadness is hard to share, but it is harder to keep the grief inside."

The paragraphs you have just read are from a draft I wrote up a while ago, but never published. As you now know, the magic pills/injections finally worked for us and we are expecting twins sometime in July. It was a hard road. The nice thing about riding on gravel, is you get used to the bumps after a while.

Infertility is a hard road, but the craziest part about all of it, is pregnancy is also a hard road. Surprise, surprise.

Now, instead of shooting myself with needles every day, I am sitting at home watching movies. Sadly, I cannot eat bon bons while doing so, because pregnancy has put me off chocolate. Oh the sacrifices we make for our children.

I've been relegated to couch potatoism by my doctor, since I've gone into the hospital 3x in the last 3 weeks due to regular contractions. Did you know that having contractions at month 7 in your pregnancy is actually quite normal? One doctor explained it as capacity readiness- once your uterus hits a certain capacity, it is ready to empty itself. Amen, uterus. However, with twins, that can happen sooner than you want, since there are two babies sharing the same space. We're currently 31 weeks in, but would like to at least make it to week 36 before they pop out.

So I sit on our couch, and dream about eating tomatoes, chocolate, oranges, Mexican food, spicy food, and really, any regularly-sized portion of any food that currently gives me heartburn.

Sadly, my heartburn digest is quite extensive. So I sip from my water bottle and keep a tums tally on my hand as the weeks pass me by.

We have been very blessed with baby items. Our babies will be the best dressed babies in the world. Our cars seats were ordered and sent back because they were too large to fit in our Honda Fit. Strange. We are currently arranging our one bedroom apartment into a baby paradise. We have had lots of help- people have come to clean, organize, return items, and to store some items for us.

I have also been dreaming of having these babies, and them being old enough to talk. Last night my dream involved having twin girls- whose names I could not remember and had to ask family members multiple times what they were. Perhaps in my subconscious I am nervous that they will grow up too fast. I had another dream recently about birthing my babies and having them be around the age of 2 years. Very peculiar.

One nice thing about being on partial bed rest is I can sleep from 8-8. I still wake up like 5x a night to use the bathroom, but I usually fall asleep pretty quickly again. I figure if I can stock up on 12 hour nights, perhaps I won't be as tired when those babies come.

On my last trip into the hospital, I was given two bags of fluids. Apparently my baby pools needed some help to be refilled. While I was being re-hydrated, the lady in the room next to mine was screaming bloody murder. Ah, the joys of natural childbirth.

It is indescribably weird and beautiful to feel the aliens growing within me and moving around. I imagine their tiny hands resting against the inside of my belly and cannot reconcile those movements with two babies I will be meeting in the next two months.

I am most fearful of:

1. Painful birthing/recuperation
2. Postpartum depression
3. Ugly babies
4. Babies that cry all the time
5. Never leaving my house again
6. Death
7. Mucus

I am most excited about:

1. Eating food again
2. Beautiful babies
3. My own babies
4. Visitors
5. Tiny clothes

Those are not in any particular order, but do reflect some of my anticipated fears and joys. And now, some photos. Photographical proof that aliens do exist. One from the side:

 One from the front- this one's Cordelia rubbing her eye
Here's a fantastic one of Bruce. We call it angry baby with monocle. 
 Poor Charles, he's so busy all the time. Sometimes life can make you ingenious. Here's what he did to wrap our bread loaves one night.
 Here's how happy he was to have one more thing to do. Pregnancy, it's so easy for everyone involved. In case you were wondering, he just stuck them sideways in a pot and covered it in plastic wrap. We usually wrap them individually in plastic wrap.

That's a wrap!

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Zipper Man-

I've just realized these are very similar to peanut butter cookies topped with a kiss. However, they're just a little more exciting to eat. If we make them with almond butter, I can eat them too. And I do. However, I do not eat those in No Munchie March. It's not allowed.

I cleaned my brushes yesterday. What a pain- but so necessary. I know you were all wondering when that important event would occur.

Some more movie recommendations:

1. Little Dorrit- 2008- Another lovely PBS mini-series
2. Central Intelligence- 2016- I enjoyed most of this movie, although there was some bathroom humor. What can I say, I'm not a teenage boy

And now, on this day- which was actually supposed to be April 1st, but I'm a little behind- when so many unbelievable things are being proclaimed and such, Charles and I have our own little tidbit. We are having twins. One boy. One girl. Out of my own self. I'm 23 weeks and going strong. They are due August 4th, but they usually move the due date up a month for twins. So we're looking at July 4th as a day for much jubilation and other crowning achievements.

We are pleased as punch and have kept it under wraps for the shock value. Are you shocked? We are also a little shocked. Sometimes I still can't believe it, but the very real stretching of my abdomen is helping to convince me.

I was throwing up for a good month and a half 2-4 times a day at the beginning. When I started puking up blood, Zofran and I became best friends. I'm still taking anti-nausea drugs and am feeling a little better. Sadly the acid reflux demons have also made themselves known, so Charles and I are both on the feel better soon, eat whatever you can find, diet.

Before pregnancy, I did not realize the full import of how a woman's body changes during this blessed period of time. Nor did I realize how soon the discomfort of stretching and constipation would settle into my daily routine.

I can now feel daily kicks and jabs. In an early ultrasound, I saw one baby flip, punch punch, flip again, and do more punches- that's when it all started coming together. That's what's going on inside this cavern- tae bo every moment of every day and sometimes at night. In the midst of all the new hormones and the incalculable weirdness of feeling a tiny body inside of me- two in fact- we are thrilled.

In other wonderful news, mid-July Charles is starting a two month internship in Tucson, Arizona. He can't wait. The twins and I will stay in San Luis Obispo while he's gone, and enjoy all the wonderful visitors that babies bring. He has one more year of school until he's finished with his blended Master's program for Aerospace and then the world is our oyster. Woot.

I guess that's about all the good news you can handle right now. Here we will hopefully post some pictures and other fantastical elements of the joys pregnancy brings. Happy April Fool's Day! This isn't a joke and we're so glad it isn't! Consider this secret unzipped. HOopty HOop!

Friday, February 17, 2017

One with my clothes-

"Another box of clothes", he said. "Not possible," I said. And yet, there it was, another box, full of my clothes. Turns out, Charles had no idea how many clothes I owned until we moved. After taking them out of multiple boxes, I realized I did not have a great idea either. Now I do.

Even now, after having realized how many clothes I possess, I still find myself wondering why I have such a limited docket. It seems to silly and yet, I own it.

And now, freebies. I love free things and you love free things. Sorry the list isn't longer, but here are a couple of items I've found out in the last couple of weeks.

1. T-mobile Tuesdays- this is a free app that you have to check on Tuesdays. When I first got the app, I got weekly free Wendy's frosties. I didn't care much, because we don't have a close Wendy's here. However, I have lately been watching a free movie on Tuesdays and that is awesome. I got free socks last Tuesday and some free food on other weeks. It's a pretty sweet deal, I just have to remember.

2. 7-11- this is a free app that you can utilize this month- Feb to get a free small slushy every Saturday. I don't know what they're doing in March, but I got a barcode to scan last Saturday and I intend to get another free slushy this week. I'm a sucker for slushies.

That's it for now. Enjoy it while you can. Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything- September was quite a long time ago.

However, you will be comforted to know that it has been raining here, so we won't be running out of water next week. Also, I got a hair trim, so my ends are looking healthy once again.

Movies to see
Jason Bourne- pretty good, he does get one answer from that movie
World of Warcraft- I never played the games, but thought it was fun to watch
X-Men Apocalypse- the new mutant movie

Movies to skip
Legend of Tarzan- I wasn't terribly invested
Suicide Squad- Meh
Jack Reacher II- Reminded me of Taken II, not as good as the first one and he's babysitting the whole movie

See you soon for another episode of News and Reviews. Love and Kisses!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Poisoned by my own sweet presh-

Today Charles offered me granola that had walnuts in it without thinking. And now I'm dead. Wait, no. I'm not dead, because here I am writing this blog. Whoa, that was a close one.

Well, today is another day like many others. We attended a sacrament meeting to hear a talk given by a girl named Sophia, that is going to Japan on a mission. She leaves Tuesday. It was a great talk. Before her talk, I noticed the two babies in front of us. And the other baby they announced that had been birthed this week by someone else. I might have started crying. That proves I should always bring tissues in my bag. I was without and sniffled for a bit. First world problems.

I never know what to say when people ask us how we're doing. We are doing well. Nothing terrible is happening with us, so life is great.

Yesterday I had a fun beach day with my friend Bre. She has a sweet wind tent we always set up on our beach days. It was a beautiful day. We remembered to apply sunscreen so nobody got Boom- Roasted. We stood on the water's edge as the kids ran around in the surf. The 1.5 yr old girl grabbed my face as she sometimes does, and squeezed the life out of it. I now have a crescent shaped scratch under my eye. She is sweet. We will not let her hold any puppies in the near future.

My hair doesn't currently have many split ends- hot topic. I have been going all natural. Some people call it laziness. Whatever. Anyway, the ends are still getting catchy. You know what I'm talking about ladies. A trim is in order.

I drew a dragon at church. We have started playing softball on Thursdays with Charles' work. We aren't doing so well, but it's still fun. Now, on to exercise plans- since we don't exercise much playing softball. Sorry Neal and Krissy, I don't think I have the marathon capacity in me. However, maybe some running should be incorporated into my life.

I think I have a fruit addiction. It's taking over our fridge and table. It is gradually subsiding, but last week we had the following fruit in our house of two occupants:

12 nectarines- they were gross and have been frozen for smoothie material
1 giant watermelon- half of which we left covered on our counter and 4 days later had maggots growing in it. We didn't even try cutting the bad part off...we just threw it all away.
12 kiwis- we are waiting for most of those to ripen
6 giant mangos- so good
1 papaya- Charles calls it poop fruit because it loosens your bowels and makes your outtakes smell like papaya
1 container blueberries- actually, we have fresh and frozen blueberries
6 bananas- frozen for banana bread
1 bag frozen berries- these we also buy for smoothies
rhubarb- is that a fruit? We bought that because it's hard to find here and we love strawberry rhubarb pies. In fact, who doesn't? It's frozen and waiting for perfection

Mmm, smoothies are so good.

I took my car to a car wash two weeks ago. The difference was incredible. It looks so good. Now I need to somehow take the PT cruiser to that car washing place. The professor is looking pretty cakes these days. I would wait for rain, but we haven't seen much rain here, so I'm not crossing my fingers.

Sorry our lives are so boring right now. Until next time on the Ward food index comes to town.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Experiences Recommended

Casino Royale (1967)- Terrible

Sons of Liberty(2015)- I liked it

Thai Chicken- I liked it

Making Mother's Day Cards- I liked it, but they didn't turn out very well

Ordering chick flicks on the public library website- Ideal. I love the Black Gold library system

Attending a Pink Party- Good times, despite the hardship that it accompanies. A pink party is a head shaving party for someone who has cancer. There was a lot of pink, a head shaving, and some sweet treats. Charles checked my head for hair when I returned. Thanks Banks!

Having my eggs harvested- Blah. Not my favorite.

A Poem for Mothers

Mother, you are great.
This phrase, can never my gratitude sate.
I can't believe you endured sickness to incubate us all.
That's more dedication than sewing a patchwork wall.

If I learned anything from milking goats,
it would have to be the "never having animals" vote.
Chore charts and pizza skills,
who, seeing all this, could possibly run for the hills?

We know some are aliens,
those kids that you cherish.
Raising weirdos is a melee science,
Never did our spirits perish.

From these risks and lovely thoughts,
we grew into great weirdos full of weird sauce.
And now our own children are filling the world,
you creative, guilt-free grandma of the squirrels.

Nicely done and never could be better,
that wondrous mother of school taught letters.
She's spooky wise and really funny,
And she she taught us well with her husband lover bunny.

Hooray for raising us to be so cool!
Hooray for helping us appreciate gruel.
Thanks for being tops Mom!
Thanks for meeting Pops, Mom!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Displeasure makes its rounds-Riot the anger glands

Remember that guy I really liked freshman year of college who threw a basketball at me from his balcony. After he promised to not throw it again, I threw it back to him. Do you know what he did? He threw it at me again. A basketball. Twice. That feeling is the same one I feel right now. Allegiant! How could you! I trusted you.

So in June, I visited Utah for my brother's wedding. I went with Charles and my sister Bonnie through Allegiant. We flew out to Utah with no problems. However, on the trip bad we had a terrible experience.

First, our flight was delayed for 3 hours. After loading onto the plane at 3:30 for a 3:45 departure, we sat on the plane for about an hour. Then we found out it wasn't going to be leaving, because the plane was too hot. So we sat in the airport until 6 pm. While everyone waited in the airport, which only has snack machines, all the babies and people milled around. When they finally announced that the flight was canceled, they also announced that we would receive flight wavers, hotel accommodations, taxi reimbursements, and food reimbursements-within reason.

Once the two taxes in front of the airport left, we waited for another hour before another set arrived. Worried that we might not get a room, we called my brother to pick us up from the airport. We got some food on the way and ate at his house.

The next day, we called a taxi service to pick us up. Although they had a flight full of people that needed rides, again, there were only three taxis sent. Besides being worried we'd missed our flight, we were also worried about all the other people waiting for rides to the airport. This might have been better accomplished with a bus. The taxi drivers were also making people pay more for the taxis that they usually would- since they assumed Allegiant was reimbursing us. So dishonest and inconvenient.

After waiting at the airport, with the same group of people, we loaded the plane. After another hour of waiting on the plane, they again announced we would not be leaving because of a missing placard. Since this placard was gone, our plane would be delayed. While we waited for another plane to arrive, three other flights went to their destinations without a hitch.

While we waited in the airport, water, soda and pizza was given out. However, the pizza ordered was for about half the people there. Those that got pizza, had about 2 slices, maybe- for an entire day waiting in the airport. We finally left that day at 3 PM and arrived at our destination a full 24 hours late.

Since Bonnie is glucose intolerant, we ordered Chinese at the airport. The attendants reassured this food would also be reimbursed.

After 24 hours of waiting in a crammed room with anxious people, calling our employers with apologies about not showing for work, inconveniencing them and our rides to and from the airport, we finally got home.

We spent an additional $150 on the trip that we hadn't bargained for in food and taxis along with 3 people who didn't work for an entire day due to this kerfuffle.

I just received an email from Allegiant. They will be reimbursing us for our taxi rides- $50. They "do not reimburse for food". Thanks for lying to me Allegiant and for making me angry. Somebody find me a basketball.