Nesting: Sponsored By Excel

I've been nesting lately like a machine.  Only my nesting doesn't look like cooking, cleaning, or making a pile of blankets and torn up kleenex in the corner (because that's what I used to think nesting looked like, you know).

There's a lot of ambiguity coming up in the next few weeks and months.  And that means?

I am an anxiety freaker from Planet Freak.

So my coping skill is to plan.  Plan for every possible scenario.

How much is child care if we have a full-time nanny? A part-time nanny? 30 hour nanny? 20 hour nanny? Day care 3 days a week? 5 days a week?  How much money will I need to make to cover that cost? How many hours will I need to work? How many hours CAN I work since I am sooo over working more than 40 hours a week? How much will our new hardwood floors cost? Should we get standard sized planks or variable?  How much money will we have in savings during maternity leave and post house renovation? What happens if this baby comes early?

I have a minimum of 3 spreadsheets going right now. I cling onto them like life rafts and if I could, I would sleep with them under my pillow.

This is what happens when you're nesting.  And when wine is violently take away from you as a coping skill in the name of gestating.

I look forward to the return of wine... oh yeah- and the return of my sanity.

For All The Grandmas Out There...And the Constipated People Too...

I took these videos about a month ago to show how much Early Intervention is working for our 2 little non-verbals round here.

Cassidy has come a long way from saying only "that" and "uh oh"

She has not only added a handful of words to her vocabulary, she now also makes a lot of constipated noises, which means she might be a middle-aged man inside of a 2 year-old's body.

Then there's Finn.  Even since this video, he has added "cat," "hot," "show," "thank you," "book," "two," and "mine" to his list of words.

Thank you Early Intervention. You rock my world. 

34 Weeks and 1 Day

Today.

Today feels like a big day. 

Maybe it shouldn't. It's a pretty random day in a pregnancy- 34 weeks, 1 day pregnant.  A day I woke up aching all over from a standard poor night's sleep.  Waddling around making breakfast for the twins, changing their diapers, and needing an act of Congress every time I lifted my hefty body from the floor. Pretty standard stuff.

Except that at 34 weeks, 1 day I had an emergency c-section and our twins were delivered.

I've never been pregnant longer than 34 weeks and 1 day.

So today is another day.

And tomorrow is a triumph.

Phoning it In... A Little

The last couple of weeks have been those kind of weeks where you just hold your breath and hope you make it through. 

So that's my way of saying "sorry!" for phoning it in on the blog, here.  But the work forecast predicts...breathing room.... for the next couple of weeks.  I have so much to tell you guys!

Until then, pictures of my kiddies. God love em....when they're not screaming so hard they're going to puke demons, that is.