**Rinar and I went to the thrift store on Saturday and look at the fun hat I found. The kids love it, especially Eli.**
We had a fun weekend because we had special visitors. Jamie came to town for the weekend with his girlfriend. I would be hesitant to call her the girlfriend, but if they are going to hold hands in front of me, then I will go ahead and slap a big label on that one, for sure.Sorry, no pictures.
Since he was here, he volunteered to babysit for us and so I got my hair done and then Rinar and I went to lunch together and did our thrift store shopping. I decided to darken my hair a bit and cut it short and sassy. I didn't take a picture today when I was all cute, so the pictures will come later when I am cute again.
Did you notice my baby countdown? Can you say 18 days??? We are rolling along. Thursday is the magic day. I will be 36 weeks, so if anything happens after that it is just fine and the doctors will let it happen. I might have said this before, but I am practically senile so I don't remember, nor do I care.
As for being pregnant, it is getting tougher these days. Last night was especially rough. I tried to go to sleep at about 1:30 am. Well, I was up at 2:30 am with a horrible acid attack. But this time, it coated my entire esophagus. It would not go away. Therefore, after fretting about what to do, I finally opted for a recliner and slept several hours there. Then at about 7am, I switched back to my bed. I was therefore able to get a whopping five hours of very interrupted sleep. Awesome, huh? I had not had any food for 7 hours, so it could not have been a diet issue. I have come to the conclusion that the babies schedule a nightly boxing match at about 2:45am and they warm up the hooks and jabs on my stomach. Well, it is either boxing or ballroom dancing. I am not sure which one, but either way, my stomach pays the price.
The Relief Society president has decided that they are going to help me the next few weeks. She gave me an offer I just couldn't (or wouldn't dare) refuse. Hence, I will be having lots of people at my house this week to help with whatever. I am not sure how I feel about this because I get very self-conscious about people in my house, especially if I sit around doing nothing and my house is a wreck. It is hard but I will try to endure.
Wish me luck.
1 comment:
Ah man! Those last weeks are so very hard. As challenging as it was for us to have babies spend 5 weeks in the NICU- the upside was having time for ME to recover post pregancy before having to care for them round the clock.
I'm glad you won't be having NICU babies (whew!) and I hope they give you PLENTY of help. I think it would be so hard to have a second set of twins because, while you're more competent, you also have no illusions about how much work it is. You're up for the challenge though. Sounds like you've got the right people around you.
It also sounds like your relative may have passed the 'Daddy screening test' for his maybe-girlfriend. She's probably swooning now. He's good. Sway her heart with the use of some cute little kids and reasonable competence to care for them! LOL! So glad the dating years are behind me!
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