* Birds chirping. I know, it sounds terrible, but let me explain. Every morning I seem to be feeding the babies around 3:30am or so. During that time, probably around 4am, birds start chirping outside our window. I HATE it. It sends me into a frenzied panic. I freak out because they're trying to imply that it's morning and that the night is slipping away from me while I'm desperately trying to cling to it. I always want to open the front door and start throwing rocks at them and tell them to shut up! It's not morning yet! I've hardly even slept! As I sit there, I envision that scene from Steel Magnolias where he gets out his shotgun right before the wedding and starts shooting into the trees to get rid of the birds. Everything gets covered in turd, but it is so worth it....
* When people say, "You had twins? You look great." Because I know they're not saying, "You look normal," or "You look just like you used to!" or "You look like you're not wearing fat pants anymore!" I know I look like I had twins. I'm not being self-depricating, just honest. I don't lose the weight easily while I'm nursing. I know most people are otherwise. I know what they really mean is, "You look great compared to the gigantic-ness that must have been you a few months ago." Which, I guess is true. I probably should have posted this before I went home and saw people because some of them will probably say that I did look fine. Yeah, well thank you Waistnipper, and thank you Laura for posting about it.
Things I just don't really appreciate, period:
*I just have to say how bad I hate postpartum hormones. As Ryan puts it, I'm either hot, or....hot. There is nothing worse than those dang night sweats. Ugh. SO gross. Luckily they're dying down, a little. But the hair in unwanted places has returned and so have the break-outs.
*Whenever some baby is crying in the middle of the night I let them cry for a while, then finally drag my behind downstairs just to find two little peacefully sleeping angels. Not even a red-faced baby to let me know who to be mad at. Ok, I guess I appreciate it a little bit. But then when it happens 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes after that, it gets a little less cute. Man, they sure haven't been the easy little babies they used to be anymore!
*Twin comments. Some of them are cute and of course everyone knows someone with twins, has twins, is a twin, heard something one time about twins... but the one that gets me is when people ask, "Are they twins?" I mean seriously. Don't you think it's a pretty safe assumption that these two babies in my double stroller that are remarkably close in size weren't conceived by me at least nine months apart?