NOW: Yesterday we went to the zoo again, this time with Mema (I’m SO glad I got that membership!) I had been debating what I wanted to do about the whole underwear/diaper conundrum. We had only done underwear for a day, but they were SO excited about it and I wanted to keep it going. However, they don’t really understand yet to tell me before they have to go. Which means I have to do a really-really-really good job of trying to guess when they might go. Which means going to the potty like every half-hour. At least. Which is
annoying enough fine at home, but was going to be a pain in the neck at the zoo, especially because I wasn’t by myself and I would feel bad dragging Mema to the bathroom so much.
So, I decided to do underwear. (I am totally insane). I brought the wagon instead of the stroller so that if there was an accident they’d be peeing on plastic, not cloth. I put waterproof pads for them to sit on in their carseats. I brought TONS of underwear and shorts, but also diapers. The backpack on the back of the wagon was also full of shorts and underwear. And lunch.
After they ate breakfast, I had them try to go to the potty before we left. They both peed. YAY!!! Good to go. I put the bag in the car and started the car so it wouldn’t be so hot.
I came back to the house to get a kid.
Will told me “poo-poo, poo-poo” and went running to the bathroom. I could already smell that it was too late. Poo-poo was in the underwear. (The underwear actually held it! It didn’t even get on his shorts!) So, we had to change, get cleaned up, get new underwear. OK. Now, let’s put Will in the car. OK.
Then I came back to get Ariel, who was standing by the front door, legs slightly spread apart, with pee running down her leg. So, we had to change, get cleaned up, get new underwear. OK. Now we can go.
They stayed dry all the way to the zoo, and then I tried to make them go potty before we left the parking lot. I put the potty in the back of the car and sat them both on it. No pee-pee. OK.
We walked into the zoo. The elephants weren’t going to be out today. The otters were sleeping in a log. The sea lion was swimming around for a little bit, but then he went inside. But the polar bears were out!! YAY!!
These kids are obsessed with the polar bears. They didn’t even care about the Spectacled Bear this time. And they were thrilled that one of the polar bears was swimming.
The ENTIRE TIME I kept stopping every 20 seconds to see if they were wet. So we decided to stop for a potty break…….we had only been there for 30 minutes. I brought Will in first. I had brought in the seat of the potty, which snaps onto a big toilet. We did this, I sat him down, he was a little unsure. Then someone pushed the dryer button and we were “all bun (done) all bun all bun down down down down down down down all bun”. Ok, I didn’t want to freak the kid out, so we went back out to the wagon. I sat him down. He peed. So, out came the diapers. I took Ariel in to try first, but then put her in a diaper also. If I had been by myself, or even with Tim, I would have dealt with it, but I felt really bad taking all that time away from Tim’s mom. So, diapers for the zoo for today. It’s ok. It’s not giving up. (right?). Tim said at least I tried.
The twins definitely had a good time. Plus, with Mema, they always get a souvenier. I figured Mema would come out of the gift shop with a polar bear, after seeing how much the twins liked them. Instead, she came out with……nothing. She wanted them to pick. Oh boy.
We took the kids into the shop and they immediately spotted the polar bears and shouted “bears bears!” But, that wasn’t good enough for Mema. She proceeded to give them a choice of 4 different stuffed animals. Well, of course, not-quite-2-year-olds don’t realize you’re giving them a choice. They think you’re just giving them what you’re holding out. So, we came home with……..
Actually, that’s not entirely true. We came home with 2 of each of these…..but I took this pic during nap, and Ariel insisted on having all of her animals in her crib with her. I had her bring them back down later. Thank you Mema! (and, I hope you’re bringing a toybox as their next gift). This is now.
THEN: By Week 16 of my pregnancy I had already had 6 sonograms. I know, so lucky, right? You’re jealous, you know it! Week 12 and 16 were at the high-risk doctor at the hospital because I had been released from the fertility clinic. At week 12, they said next time they might be able to tell the sex of the babies, but they weren’t making any guarantees because it would still be early.
I went into the Week 16 sonogram figuring I’d be able to find out the sexes. I’m optimistic. Everyone always says (well, maybe not everyone) that they don’t care “what” the baby (or babies) is, just that it’s healthy. Totally true. Totally true.
Except that I really wanted a boy and a girl. Really. Because in my head, that would probably mean we’d be done. I had always wanted a boy and girl. Some people are girl mommies (my mom – I don’t know what a boy of hers would have turned out like), some people are boy mommies, some people are both. There is no right or wrong and this is not meant to be nasty, even to my mom. I really felt like I was both. I could be girlie with a girl and rough-and-tumble with a boy. Tim and I wanted 2 kids, maybe 3. But if we could get our boy and girl on the first shot, maybe we’d be done.
At the same time, I was so enjoying being pregnant that I had it in my mind that we’d have another one anyway…..just so I could be pregnant again. We had our 2 kids, but I was only getting 1 pregnancy – so maybe we’d have a third child someday so that I could experience another pregnancy. But still, if we had a boy and a girl this time then the pressure would be off for next time.
So, I laid down on the table, got jelly on my belly, and the poking and prodding began. The technician really wanted to find those baby parts! She found the boy first. There it was, clear as day! It was so exciting!! She examined him first before moving onto the other. We got to see his lungs, his kidneys, his belly, and his heart. We even got to see little red and blue lines indicated blood going to and from his heart. What an awesome experience. I got to see my little boy’s blood rushing, and his heart beating. They checked all of the valves and made sure there were no little holes or anything. He was perfect. I think I was holding my breath most of the time. I needed him to be fine and I didn’t even realize I was worried until I saw that he was fine.
Next, she moved onto the other baby. Crossed legs. Crossed legs. POKE POKE POKE. Crossed legs. OK, we’ll just move onto the other organs. Again, I held my breath. Lungs, kidneys, belly, heart. Blood rushing correctly, no signs of any abnormalities or concerns. Exhale. Were the legs still crossed? Nope……definitely a girl. I didn’t realize how clearly that would come across on a sonogram. I mean, a boy has something to show right? I kinda thought a girl would just have nothingness. Nope, there were definite girlie-parts visible.
It was breathtaking. Knowing that, at least for now, my little extensions-of-myself were healthy. I had two healthy babies. In that moment, I knew that that really was the important thing. Healthy babies. Being truthful though……I was also ecstatic knowing I had a little boy and a little girl inside of my belly. That was then.