Please pardon the brain stain on my pillow

Bed rest is turning my brain to mush.

When the doctor first said "Bed rest!" I thought "Ok, cool! I'll get to take it easy and have lots of naps. In between that I'll watch lots of documentaries and read lots of books and write all those witty blog posts I've been composing in my head."

That all lasted about 24 hours. By day two I had settled into a routine of watching true crime shows, Golden Girls reruns and birth shows on Discovery Health.

True, I'm very rested but every night I feel a little more of my brain leaking out onto my pillow. If this doesn't end soon I'm going to end up like ... I don't know, Rose Nylen.

Luckily there is an end in sight!

The original plan was to do a c-section (since this girl is stubbornly head-up) on March 30th, at 38 weeks. Based on a scheduling conflict and the fact that the babies are attempting to rearrange my skeleton from the inside we've decided to move the c-section up to March 23, at 37 weeks.

I can't say I'm exactly thrilled at the prospect of a c-section I do look forward to the day that I can breath without feeling like I have a boulder on my chest or walk without feeling like I have a boulder between my knees or think without feeling like I have a boulder between my ears.

There's a lot about pregnancy that I really enjoy and carrying twins has been an adventure that in some ways I'll be sad to see end. But yeah, I'm about ready to be done. I'm excited to get my body and my brain back. I will miss all the Golden Girls reruns though.

One year ago Joseph knew me really well.
Two years ago today everyone misunderstood me.
Three years ago today I looked on the bright side.

A short play about the current state of my pubic bone and how I'm feeling most of the time

me: Ow!

The end

Four years ago today Elle was a vampire, I made fun of Sandy and then talked about baseball stuff

Warning: Mommy blogging ahead!

Joseph recently had as assignment at school to write an essay about his family. I know this is the sort of post that only my mom will be interested in but I'm going to post the essay here. I'm doing it partly because I find the whole thing so utterly adorable and partly because his descriptions of Jesse and I leave me wondering if he's ever actually met us.

So, without further ado I present:

My Family

by Joseph

My family and I have lots of fun together. It seems we have something planned every week. These are the members of my family.

My mom's name is Jennifer and she is 32 years old. She's very organized and she loves cooking. She stays home and does housework and watches my sister. She is also very creative and loves using her craft room.

My dad's name is Jesse. He is 34 years old and he is very athletic. He loves spending time with me. He works at the [business name removed] office building and he does a lot of computer work.

My name is Joseph and I am 9 years old. I am creative and very fun. I am a big brother other my little sister.

My sister's name is Elle and she is 4 years old. She is very silly and kind of bossy. She likes to make up games.

My grandma's name is Karen. She is very organized and very neat. She is very fit and in shape. She works at [business name removed] in an office. She loves to invite me over for sleep overs and play dates. She also does that with my sister.

My grandpa's name is William but his nickname is Bill. He likes working on projects. He is very funny. He also like me being there for sleep overs and play dates, same for my sister. He works at [business name removed even though he got it wrong] in an office.

I love my family and there is still so much to come. There are so many members I didn't list like Nana, Ted, Matt, Amanda, Becky, Beany, Shyla, Nikki, Abby, Cole and so many more! The best part is there are so many more adventures to come. That is why I love my family.

The end

One year ago today I broke something awesome and started doing this "One year ago today" thing.
Three years ago today I told you not to take Zicam while you're nursing.
Four years ago today I made fun of a shirtless man.

The good, the bad and the ugly

The Good:
All is well with the babies. They are busy and bouncy and everything babies are supposed to be. Last weeks ultrasound showed them practicing breathing and the little girl was sucking her thumb. The ultrasound tech estimated their weights at 4 pounds 3 ounces and 4 pounds 5 ounces. Elle was 8 pounds 8 ounces when she was born so with every day that passes I'm carrying more baby than I ever have before.

The Bad:
The little girl is breech, with her head planted firmly under my ribs. Unless she flips (and I'm starting to give up hope on that happening) I'll have to have a c-section. I'm less than thrilled about that. I don't like the idea of surgery and I really hate that I'll have to miss out on the whole birthing experience. I know it will be ok but I'm still a bummed.

There is a silver lining to a c-section though. Right now I'm having horrible, burning pain by my lower left ribs. Everything in that area is stretching and expanding and the pain it's causing sometimes just takes my breath away. When I have a braxton-hicks contraction the pain gets about 10 times worse. The idea of going through labor and delivery with this pain is pretty scary. At least with a c-section I can avoid laboring with this rib pain. See? There's a bright side to everything!

The Ugly:
Augh! Look away! It's a nightmare come to life!

Oh, wait. It's just my stretched out belly button complete with a gall bladder surgery scar. You still probably shouldn't look directly at it for too long. It has soul damaging properties.

Man, my camera phone takes disturbingly detailed pictures.

One year ago today I was worried about Joseph's hand writing.

Direct quotes from me

Before I got pregnant: "I can't wait to be pregnant again!"

When I got pregnant: "I love this! I could do this ten more times."

At the height of morning sickness: "I think I'll do this one more time."

Two months ago: "Yowza! I can't believe how big I'm getting!"

Two weeks ago: "Ok, I'm starting to get a little uncomfortable now..."

This morning: "I am never getting pregnant again. Ever. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this."

I think it's safe to say that the boredom of bedrest, the aches and pains of pregnancy and the this cold (5 minutes after I got rid of a sinus infection!) are all starting to wear on me a little bit.

One year ago today I conquered my neti pot.

Woman's Last Stand

If you watched the Super Bowl you probably saw this horrible ad suggesting that men have been so emasculated that the only way they can assert themselves is to drive a great big manly car.
Oh my god! Some woman is making them do things. Horrible things like cleaning up after themselves and sorting recycling!

Here's a brilliant response to that ad. (Be aware it's not exactly safe for little ears or at work.) (Be especially careful if your co-workers have little ears.)

One year ago today Joseph was weird.

If I ran the world...

...the first thing that would change is that "That person did not follow the established protocol in the school drop-off/pick-up line" would be a legal defense for dragging someone out of their car and slapping them silly.

One year ago today Elle to-got-for something.

Brain Damage

My poor children.

They are battered and bruised.

Don't feel too bad for them though. It's their own fault. At some point you would think they would learn not to stand so close to me.

"Mommy?" Joseph asked.

I turn to give him my attention and my stomach hits him, sending him flying into the wall.

Elle runs up to me just as I'm bending over and she collides with my rear end and then then ricochets around the kitchen.

Joseph tries to walk next to me in the hallway and my hip knocks him into a door frame.

Elle asks me to lean down and give her a kiss and I just about end up smothering her with my boobs.

I feel bad for all the injuries that I'm inflicting on my children but I'm also waiting for the day they realize I need a wider berth nowadays.

Although maybe all the times I've knocked their heads against counter tops are starting to take their toll.

Three years ago today my babies were adorable but some people were not.
Four years ago today I liked Appliance Direct.