Catching Up

Someday I will figure out how to incorporating some time to blog into my life.

Someday.

In the meantime, just spewing my thoughts out when I can will have to do...

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Big Boy and Pretty Girl have been suffering from a cold for about 2 weeks now.

Miss O. brought it home and in no time the runny noses, coughs, and fussiness started. Within a week, I had it too.

On Sunday, Big Boy started running a fever.

Yesterday it spiked to 103.9.

I freaked.

Ran to the doctor.

Poor little guy has an ear infection. Lots of screaming last night, but at least the fever has gone back down to a more manageable 100 degrees or so.

I hope the antibiotics work quick.

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"Operation Lose the Twin Weight...and then some" is back in business.

Within the first 5 months of their life, the weight was melting off me. I have to think that the tandem BF and then BF and pumping was a big help, but I could eat pretty much anything I wanted and still lost weight. If I paid even a *little* bit of attention to what I was shoving in my mouth, I would lose even more.

By March, I was down 60 pounds.

That was 10 more pounds than I had gained with them.

Since the end of March, I've managed to put 10 pounds back on. I'm blaming the weather, not watching what I'm eating, and Pretty Girl and Big Boy consuming less breast milk.

I'm back to watching every bite that enters my mouth and trying to exercise at least 3 times a week.

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Both babies are really doing well.

Pretty Girl says "MaMa", waves goodbye, crawls, cruises, and claps. She love, love, LOVES her big sister and wants to be with Miss O. all the time!

Big Boy says, "DaDa", claps, crawls FAST, cruises and stands on his own for 20 to 30 seconds at a time. I have no doubt that he will be walking soon.

I can't believe that they are 10 months already.

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People never seem to stop amazing me with their stupid remarks.

Just yesterday, a lady at Sam's Club looked at the twins and said, "Aww, a boy and a girl. Now you're done having kids."

Uh, yeah, thanks for making that decision for me.

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We're trying to decide on what to do for vacation this year.

Originally a week at the beach sounded great...but then I thought about it.

A week at the beach with two kids just over 1?

Hmmm...I don't know.

Any suggestions?

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I had started a Couch to 5K program a couple of weeks ago.

Then the cold hit me, and I couldn't walk without wheezing, let alone run.

So, I'm going to restart it again.

I'm going to learn to love to run, even if it kills me.

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So, that's a peek into my world.

What's going on in yours? Any great vacations planned? Do you freak out over fevers? What do you say to stupid remarks from strangers?

Mixed Emotions

Mother's day.

A seemingly sweet holiday.

One to honor the women who birthed, raised, supported us in our lives.

If only it was that simple.

Mother's day is a holiday that I have such mixed emotions about.

For many of us, the ones who have suffered or are still suffering from infertility, it is a holiday filled with aching.

I've felt that ache, the wanting of a baby to hold on Mother's day. If that's where you are this year, please know that I will be thinking about you, holding you close in my thoughts, understanding what a tough day it is to endure.

Mother's day, to me, is also hard for an entirely different reason.

I hate enduring the endless stream of commercials reminding me to buy the perfect card, flowers and candy for my Mom.

I get angry when I walk past the displays of cards in the stores.

I want to shout out, "Stop pressuring me, I wish I had to worry about buying the right card!"

Instead, I just put my head down and walk on by.

It's been seven years since my Mom lost her battle to ovarian cancer.

I miss her everyday, but there are 2 days in the year where I can't help but have a good cry.

Mother's day is one of them.

She never had a chance to hold my babies.

She never had a chance to give me tips on how to raise them.

She never had a chance to sing them lullabies.

I might be a thirty-something year old woman with my own family now....but sometimes all you want is your mom.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Where is Spring?

I want to know where spring has gone.

It's the 4th of May.

It feels like it's been raining for 40 days and 40 nights. Maybe I should start building an ark.

My heat is still on.

Miss O. has to wear a winter jacket to get on the bus.

Flannel sheets still adorn my bed.

It was 44 degrees when I left my house last night to start a running program.

44 degrees.

In MAY.

My body is craving carbs, my skin misses the warmth of sunshine, my mind needs something to sweep out the dust bunnies.

Just a little sun, please...

Until Mother Nature decides to cooperate, at least I have these 2 rays of sunshine to make me smile!

Thank goodness!