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Truthful Saturday

My aching, breaking heart.

I just love them SO MUCH, and want to share it with the world.

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New blog

Hi friends,

For those of you that still follow me and my cobweb-ridden blog, thinking maybe I’ll come back one day, thank you.

Here I am, back once again.

You’re probably thinking this is temperoary. She’ll ghost us again within a week.

Or maybe you don’t care.

But if you do, I’m here to stay this time - but at another blog, and for a different purpose.

You may or may not know that my husband and I recently had twin girls. They’re the most beautiful, precious little things and I still can’t believe that they’re ours, and that it’s us. That we won the lottery and hit the jackpot with them.

If you care to follow our journey as we navigate these waters as new parents, with twins, please do. I’d love it.

I know a lot of you guys on here are amazing parents, and I would appreciate any advice or encouragement you could give me.

I’m grateful to this blog and to all of you, for being there for me when I needed it. I hope you follow me into this new chapter, parenthood. The highs, the lows, the woos. The mistakes, the victories, the milestones. I want my girls to look back on this new blog one day to learn more about what they were like when they were little, and maybe a little about their nerdy parents, too.

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Xoxo

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAREBEAR! Love you lots, and am definitely looking forward to the twins initiation in your #girlgang this year 🌼🌸

I think we’re both feeling a little under the weather today. Thankfully he makes a cuddly companion. Unrelated note: finally took the time to complete my chemo recertification test, and passed. Weight lifted.

currently

rewind to our pregnancy announcement Christmas Eve... kudos to the husband for being a good sport about the whole matching pajamas thing

waking up slow

“I’ll take two”

Yesterday my sister and I went to babies r us and started one of my registries. One of the clerks back there was super entertaining, all baby knowing, and believe it or not, genuiniely comforting as I weaved my way through the aisles, overwhelmed with choices... so many choices. The best part, he was probably my grandma’s age, and his ask me about on his name tag was ‘storytelling.’ Mike was super cool in my book.

It got to the point where he’d find us in an aisle, begin a spiel on a necessary item, and without hesitating I’d scan that sucker of a barcode and say, “okay so I’ll take two.” His laugh was contagious. My sister and I loved him. And for one of the first times I can remember in planning for these little blessings, the stress melted away. I was having fun. I was grateful to my sister for that, because prior to our adventure, I was on the verge of tears over baby shower drama. Yes, you heard me right. I have a friend, also a coworker, that ignited guilt in me through texting, of all things, over not inviting her to what she termed “my real baby shower,” over one another friend is planning on throwing for me at work. My sister comforted me in the moment, and other friends later that night. I’m over it. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

I’m looking forward to today. Low key for this preggy.  I’ve got big plans to bake banana bread, lounge in my pajamas, and read mostly for leisure, with a splash of chemo recertification module progress if I’m feeling frisky.

Pregnancy Fails

Last night I had a Frosty for dinner. I’m sure the babies liked that. My perinatologist, probably not. Let’s just hope she never finds out.

Instead of taking care of my skin, I maul it apparently. The other night in bed Michael was alarmed while rubbing my back, asking me where all my scratches had come from. I hadn’t even realized. Cocoa butter what?

I haven’t been to the gym since I found out I was pregnant. I’d like to think I get enough exercise at work, but I’m pretty sure I just say that to make myself feel better. I don’t even really have pregnancy symptoms as an excuse. Energy levels lately improved, never any morning sickness, heartburn, or swelling. I do have the fact that a lot of my gym clothes are too tight for comfort going for me. It’s disappointing.

I’m 21 weeks today, and haven’t really thought much about a registry yet. My sister texted me yesterday asking, and instantaneously I became annoyed. Not her fault, just my anxiety. I tried looking at dual strollers the other day for kicks, and easily got overwhelmed. That and the fact I’ve barely put dents in the baby books, makes me feel shitty. Considering anything past 32 weeks is apparently a safe success/delivery date in the perinatologist’s eyes, I should really get on the ball. That’s like two months away. Holy fudge.

I hope these aren’t any indications that I'll be a horrible mom.

Michael likes to joke that Groot’s the muscle and Missy’s the brains behind every scheming operation. Their latest shenanigan: Missy knee deep and tail up in our (covered) trashcan, and Groot her admiring, silent, watchdog from down below… her accomplice. They’re trouble, I tell ya.