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.
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Hey! Not all of us are whiners!
It's true what you say that one day everything is fine and then WHAM! When Tanya was pregnant with the twins she was just plugging along at around 8 months (she could tell you the week). We went over to a friends house for dinner and she started feeling like she had indigestion. A little while later she was thinking maybe it was labor (I guess it felt different than the first baby) but she didn't want to go to the hospital just to be sent home with braxton hicks. So we wait a bit longer... long story short when we got to the hospital she was dilated to 9! The place exploded in a hizzy and nurses started scrambling. She had an awesome anesthesiologist that got the epidural in (that calmed her nerves a bit) and a whirlwind of who knows how little time later the two were here all gooky and beautiful as new babies are.
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It is good to know that our husbands get the mutated version of a cold. It would be nice if Seth could experience for one day being pregnant and still taking care of a two year old. That way he would better understand why I am so tired all of the time. Good luck to you Jen. I hope for your sake bed rest is kept to the very minimum.
Funny the Ry was willing to admit the man sickness phenomenon. My sister and I always joke about men and their terrible illnesses.
Is that what they call it, the mutated cold. Well, I know all about that. Brandon would love if he could just lay in bed and whine when he was sick, while I wait on him hand and foot. But, he can tough it out. We definitely act different sick. I don't want to talk or be bothered. He wants me to know just how miserable he is, not to mention the delirium and confusion that comes with his fever (it makes me laugh just thinking about it).
Scott loves being sick. It means movies and rest and being catered to. Unfortunately he's not as catered to as he was before kids. Sad.
You made me laugh so hard! I so know exactly what you are talking about. It is amazing Larry is still alive to talk about his sickness he picks up from me! We had three car seats in our mazda 636 for some time. It is a delicate balancing act. I wish we could still have a small car instead of a van. With a van they are so far away and you have to practically yell just to communicate. In the car, I could just reach back and help everyone while continuing to drive. Crazy and desperate! You will make it through. Lots of Love. L
mutated seven times, that explains it all!
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