Ok, that's probably a little dramatic, but I did find out that Brooke just got put on modified bed rest, which of course felt like a big blow to me since what happens to one of us seems to happen to both. But anyway, nothing is seriously wrong, thankfully, it's more just precautionary since one twin is growing bigger than the other. Whatever it takes to have healthy babies is the goal though, of course. I keep telling Ryan that's why I'm so anxious to get everything ready for the babies because that's how it seems to happen to most people with twins - they go in to the doctor one day and everything is great and the next day they're on bed rest.
On a more positive note, we finally did the trial run today, and yes, three car seats will fit in the back seat of our car. It looks pretty hilarious, and if they're shifted off center just a little, one seat gets bumped slightly when the door gets shut, but hey, at least we don't have to get a new car.
And I learned something important this week. See, Ryan currently is sick with a sort of chest cold I had over Christmas. Every night as he goes to bed, he wishes me good night and then proceeds to say he hopes he makes it through the night. And every day he is super dramatic about how sick he is and every coughing spell turns into a soap opera. I continually remind him that I know it stinks, but I had the same thing, and somehow I came out alive. And here's where the new, little-known fact came in: he informed me that, "Yes, you had it, but since you had it, it mutated and it is now 7 times worse than it was when you had it." A-HA. So there you have it, all you wives who know exactly what I'm talking about - how your husbands always seem to be so much sicker (and whinier) than you ever were with the same illness - that is why. And I'm sure it's much worse than having that same sickness and being pregnant with twins too, no less. :) This is also why I tell Ryan it's really good I'm the one who has the babies - I could never handle 9 months of him being pregnant.