Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Babies On Board On Everywhere!

So, I'm gonna post about the labor and delivery very soon, but first just a quick post with too many pictures!

Also, I'm on day two of being a mom of four all by myself and just had to write about it really quick so that if things go south, I'll know I did it for a while and it was great!  And that sounds totally crazy, but the babies are only 2.5 weeks old, all they do is sleep and eat and be super cute, so the last two days by myself I have managed to have a normal(ish) life and feel really great about it!  It's amazing how having kids can make the smallest accomplishments seem incredibly major!  

(Also, maybe I've chilled out a lot, but going from two to four has so far been WAY easier that going from one to two for me.  Who knew!  Maybe what I needed to relax was to be outnumbered. Like, I have no choice but to just make it work now, so that's what's gonna happen.  No need to freak out about it, freaking out will not help a lick!  Life's a tricky little game!)

In the past two days I have SUCESSFULLY gotten all four kids up and dressed and fed, gotten Addie to school, nursed two kids in tandem about twenty times, fed two toddlers about eight meals, took my youngest three to Target and got everything on my list, read Hop On Pop about a billion times to Tula, gave two baths, took two showers, baked cookies, ate about double what my lover eats (which is a major feat as the guy is a human eating machine)(yay nursing appetite!), took all four to a friend's house for a play date, did three loads of laundry, put away endless amounts of dishes, and managed to read two whole chapters of my book! Uninterrupted!  (That's because it was at midnight when everyone was asleep but still!  Books!)

That may seem like a silly list to be happy about, but I am so happy about it I don't care about people thinking it's silly because clearly they don't know what being happy means!  Happiness is enjoying the little teeny things you accomplish in a day!  Happiness is snuggling two tiny babies at once!  Happiness is watching the father of your children love his kids so much he immediately smiles the minute he sees them, even if they are throwing his iPad into the trash can for fun!  Happiness is being able to have a four minute conversation with your best friend before your one and a half year old demands your attention by putting the Windex bottle in her mouth!  

Happiness is the chaos of getting four kids into a car all by yourself, and having no one be crying by the time it takes you to close their door and get into the driver's seat.  That my friends is pure joy.

And I am so blessed.

Sorry for the sap, I can't help it.  Hormones.




My heart with this picture.  Exploding.




While my mom was here she made everyone hats!
Give the woman a glass of wine and she'll make anything!



Sisters holding hands, because they're darling.



Nap time boys.  So sweet.



I get a lot of company on the couch.  



Holding both with one arm so I can pour wine with the other.



Relaxing with Dad.  



Sisters holding brothers!



How I spend a huge part of the day.  I love it so much.  When they're eighteen I'm gonna be holding them to my neck like that and they're gonna be all, "Ugh Mom!  Stop I can't breathe! You're embarrassing us." And I'm gonna be all, "LET ME LOVE YOU!"




First family picture of all six.  
So in love with all of them I want to puke.  
I mean, really.
Ridiculous.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

They're Here!

Introducing. . .





Luke Worley Amidon
(6lbs 15oz, 20 in, 3:37pm 1/9/15)
AND
Henry Briggs Amidon
(6lbs 9oz, 21.5 in, 3:45pm 1/9/15)



So much more later, about the delivery because that - THAT - my friends is quite a story.  And something I will be repeating to the boys any time they try to quilt trip me into something.  Oh ho ho little boys, you can't have that toy because of that one time you made Mommy give birth to you IN A HALLWAY.  Oh yeah.  There's a lot to tell.

But for now I'm too busy loving these little guys right now.  Oh and nursing.  Lots of nursing. (At the same time!)  

I could not be more happy, or thrilled or in love with these little guys!  They are ridiculous, and perfect, and darling.  And we are so blessed.


Amazing, wonderful Dad and his boys.
This picture kills me.  Right in the heart.




Henry being awake and skeptical.  But also edible.



Luke awake!  Working on his karate chop.  Equally edible.



Babies!  Luke on the left Henry on the right.  They're not identical, which is totally obvious to me but some people are having trouble because their cuteness is blinding.  
I understand.





Right after the double nurse, I do the double burp.  Good thing I have long arms.




Right after I saw this picture is when I realized I have four kids.  FOUR!  
How did that happen?
How can my heart even be handling this right now.  I am such a sappy lovey mess right now its crazy.

Ugh.  So much love.





Saturday, January 3, 2015

37 Weeks!

THIRTY SEVEN!  That means full term people.  Full term for one baby, let alone twins!

I'm pretty much a machine.  I just hold things in forever.  At this point I feel like I'll always be pregnant.  Like the boys will be teenagers and I'll just be reading math problems to them through my belly and taking my gigantic body to prom and swaying with them next to all the cute kids I think they should be dating.  That won't be weird, or creepy or anything.







37 Weeks!  



Also, turns out I have Strep B which is something they only test you for when you're pregnant, and anyone can have it, and it's a very swabby on your private areas test.  I didn't have it with the girls, but now I have everything.  I have that, I have twins, I have itchy skin, I have a constantly stuffed up nose, I have the most uncomfortable sleeping positions in the world because baby b loves to stick his head right where I'm trying to lay, and then baby a gets the hiccups, and then Josh starts snoring, and then Boris comes to my side to whine for me to help him into bed despite the fact he's perfectly capable of jumping up by himself, then Addie quietly says through the monitor "Mom!  I have to go pee pees in the poooooooottttttttyyyyyy!" and then Tula wakes up and starts yelling for her dolls, "DOWLS.  Night night!" 

And then!  Then I got PUPPPS.  Which is not as cute as it sounds.  It's a pregnancy rash.  Yay!  It's insanely itchy and the good news is it can spread to your arms, legs, back and torso!  AND it takes about a week after having the babies to go away.  Unless you're super lucky and then it stays with you the whole time you're post-partum-ing which is like, FOREVER.

But honestly, I don't really care.  I'll take it all as long as the babies come out healthy and happy!  Really.  I'll stay like this for another month if they need me to.  The less time we all have to spend in the hospital the better.  I would be beyond thrilled if I could hold them right away and take them home with me when I went home!  That's the scariest part for me I think, not being able to hold them right away.  Tula and Addie came right onto my chest before the cord was cut and stayed there for at least the first hour.  Until I was forced to pee by the nurses who kept threatening to catheter me if I didn't pee.  

Oh, but I won't have to wait a month.  I'm scheduled to be induced on the 12th if it hasn't happened by then!  WHAT! 

I can't imagine that will happen, but I guess you never know.  These boys are already mamas boys for sure.  (I LOVE IT)




On a different note, I've been working on a cross stitch thing for their room which I finally finished a few weeks ago!



It's a ship!  And it took FOREVER.  Cross stitch is time consuming yo.




Here's a professional photo of what it'll look like in good lighting and on a frame.
I love everything this girl designs.  




Also, my girls. Because.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Still Pregnant!

If I had a nickel for every time I called someone and they sounded disappointed I'm not in the hospital I'd be a very rich woman right now.  Unfortunately no one is paying me and instead I'm getting increasingly anxious.  Like, every time someone asks me if it's happening I have this split second where I'm like, "Wait. . .is it?  Do they know something I don't?  Is there a baby hanging out of my vagina right now?!!!"

And then I come back to reality and realize I'm most likely going to be the first person who notices if I'm in labor.  So, I've got that going for me.  Which is nice.

In the meantime the girls are getting very cute and snuggly.  It's like they know!  I tried to get a little rest on Christmas and this happened:




Totally worth it though.  They're just so dang lovey.  Even if they are squishing their brothers.




Our last attempt at a family photo with the four of us.  We cannot get all of us to stay still at the same time.  I'm sure it'll be much easier with six.



Also, Tula was ridiculous this morning.  
I want to fry her up and eat her WITH FREAKING SYRUP.
(It's pictures like these I need to keep around when she's throwing a major tantrum and tossing everything within reach into the toilet our of pure rage.



Saturday, December 27, 2014

36 Weeks!

Oh my gosh we made it to 36 weeks!!!



All black is slimming.  I mean, you probably can't even tell I'm pregnant.



Unless you see me from this angle.  Holy gigantic belly Batman!
I call this flattering angle I-have-so-many-stretch-marks-my-stretch-marks-have-stretch-marks.



Everyone is so on edge right now, that when I roll over at night (which is about a hundred times a night because there's no way to get this body comfortable, until they make pools you can sleep in), Josh freaks out and says, "ARE YOU OK?" and I'm all, "Yes, I'm just going pee.  AGAIN."  And last night I spent a lot of time counting contractions that led to a trip to the bathroom.  So that was fun!   

Nothing like getting everyone all excited for my poop!  

Ah, the joys of pregnancy.  It really is a special time.

I'm still holding out for next weekend, but I'll take New Year's Eve if they have to.

The good news is we made it past Christmas!  Yay!  And it was so nice.  It was the first year Addie really cared, and that made it so much fun!

Santa showed up at Grandma and Grandpa's house and simultaneously thrilled her and scared her running back to her dad's legs.











She found the presents.  And then proceeded to open anything, no matter whose name was on it.  She's very helpful.




I'm thinking I need to teach them something other than "cheese" to say when taking their picture.




Giving us a full blown concert.




I couldn't find Tula for a while, and then there she was, in the corner like an angel, reading books.  She kills me.
Also, thank God her silence was about reading and not breaking anything, which is what usually happens when she's quiet.  I found a screw driver and some banana smashed into the printer the other day, so that was a fun surprise.




Christmas Eve belly.  


Panic.  Slight panic over here.

But that's ok.  I've got a lot of wine on hand.  I mean they're pretty much done right?  They'll be fine.

Kidding, I'm not drinking.  The last thing I want is to go into labor while I'm tipsy.  That's right up there with being naked in front of a room full of strangers.  Oh, wait. . . that's about to happen.  

Happy Holidays to everyone!


Monday, December 22, 2014

35 Weeks!!!

THIRTY FIVE!

That's the average that twins are born, and we made it!  And we're making it past Christmas dang it!

I know I say that every time, but positive thinking works!  I once had a chiropractor who told me she was sick of shaving under her arms so she did some serious positive thinking about it and now she is completely hairless.  So, there you go.  (She also used a little magic drum to feel what was wrong with me, so there's also that.  However, she was usually right.  Do I think she was a little bat sh*t crazy?  Yes, yes I do.  But I still saw her for a like two years, because I like crazy.  And magic.)




35 weeks!
And yes, I am wearing one of the two shirts I've worn in every picture the last three months, because that's all I can fit in and I refuse to buy new maternity clothes.  Those shirts and my three pairs of yoga pants are on heavy rotation.  



Not only did my chiropractor use a tiny drum (which she didn't play, she just touched - it was all very technical), but then when she found the problem spot on you, she used this little thing that looked like a wine opener and when she pulled something it made this incredibly loud clicking noise on your back or neck or whatever she was healing.  And dang it all if I didn't walk out of there feeling better.  Which is probably just a very good example of how mind works over matter in a maje way.  Now I plan on not feeling the pain of child birth with tiny blessed cymbals and Josh's hypnosis.

Except I will feel it.  BECAUSE THERE WILL BE TWO BABIES COMING OUT OF MY VAGINA ON THE SAME DAY.

Cymbals be damned, I'm thinking really hard about that epidural this time.

I didn't get an epidural with my other two, and it worked out just fine (even the part where I screamed, "Give me drugs!" and then tried to bite Josh), but this time everyone (the medical professionals) are sort of insisting I get one because of various reasons that seem to make a lot of sense, but I still am feeling really weird about it.  I am not good about not being in control of my body.  I know it sounds crazy but I'd rather feel the pain and know what's happening than just be sitting there numb while a person or two is trying to escape my body.  

The reasons my doctor is highly suggesting it, again, make a ton of sense, ie; what if baby b doesn't turn and she has to REACH INTO MY UTERUS and pull him out?  Or what if baby a comes out fine but baby b needs some sort of extra stuff and they need anesthesia already in there?  That's the one that worries me the most.  And of course no one can know what's going to happen, and ultimately it's my decision so . . . that's good because we all know how great I am at making decisions **coughIstillcan'tdecideaboutmyhaircough**.  

It's so weird because in some areas I was like born to decide things and be all in charge, and in a few certain areas I'm all - maybe I want a mohawk?

And in typing this, I just decided, my body and my babies are DEFINITELY something I was born to be in charge of and so it shall be!  And I will decide when I'm ready!  Take that person who wants to put a needle in my SPINE.



*end weird rant*


Sorry!  I've got a lot on my mind.


In other news, we took the most incredible Christmas picture yesterday for our Christmas cards!  I die.






I mean.  It's amazing.




Tula is not cool with Santa.  AT ALL.





Also, Uncle Andy and Auntie Christina and James came over last night, and since the girls were dressing up, he had to also.  I think he's happier about it than anybody else.



Tula was a little better with the reindeer.  A little stunned they were real, but at least she's not screaming bloody murder at them.



Addie is ready for the reindeer rodeo!


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

34 Weeks!

34 people!  THIRTY FOUR!  XXXIV!

At this point I celebrate every week further.  This week I am celebrating with Hart of Dixie.  Don't judge, it makes me so happy.  It's like ice cream for my brain.



Which is good because I don't need any more ice cream for my belly.
34 weeks!


I don't even think I liked Summer on The O.C., but I love Zoe Hart so much if we were having girls I would name them Zoe and Hart.  THAT'S RIGHT I WOULD!  You're not the boss of me!  I mean not that I would trust my doctor if she walked in the room at a stout 4 feet 9 in Prada heels and booty shorts, but damnit if the CW doesn't make things work.

Also, this cracked me up.








Everyone in the world is going to never read this blog again but I promise, I'll never talk about Hart of Dixie again.

MAYBE!

Meanwhile Addie is getting really build-y lately which is awesome!  Like, without any help she did the following:



Teeny stonehenge on her own?  Genius?  Probably.



Tower.  Apparently for us to all live in.  Tula gets to stay in the stray block in front of the tower, according to Addie.  At least she thought of her.
(The Native Americans are still skeptical.)



Maybe this is totally normal behavior from a 3 year old, but I was totally thrilled about it.  So much so I'm gonna say 'totally' one more time.  Totally.

Also, Tula and I had a TON of fun yesterday when she discovered I am magic.  Gosh I hope she never forgets it.