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Rainy Day

NOW: We haven’t had any rainy days this summer.  Finally, one hit.  What the F am I supposed to do when I can’t even go outside with these 2? 

We went out for a little while in the morning, before the rain hit.  But it was dark.  And thundering.  I figured we better come inside.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, eating a snack, and I was in panic mode.  What will we do all day?  My first thought is turn on the TV.  Ok, last resort.  I was feeling pretty desperate.  I don’t know why…..what did we do all winter?  And it’s not like we don’t have millions of toys (not an exaggeration – friends whose kids are in daycare say we have more toys than the daycare).

OK, so what would we do?  COLOR!  That will hold for a little while.  🙂

It wasn’t too long ago that Will was more interested in eating crayons than coloring with them.  Ariel had caught on a little faster that they taste disgusting.  Now, it’s much better because I don’t have to watch him like a hawk; making sure he doesn’t end up with green teeth again.  It’s hard for me to remember that this is an ok activity now. 

They colored for longer than I thought.  Whew!  They really ended up having a good time, and even asked again to color later!  My little babies are growing up so fast. 

However, later on, they were not so agreeable.  Well, Will was not so agreeable.  I don’t know what was going on with him but he was being a bit of a monster.  I am happy to report that I did not raise my voice once.  He just kept whining and moaning and making this super annoying groaning sound.  I had no idea what was wrong with him.  I kept asking him over and over and over.  He’d play for like 5 minutes, and all the sudden be sitting and moaning again.  My kids have a lot of language skills – if something was wrong he should be able to kinda tell me. 

Finally, around 4:00, I took him very gently by the shoulders so he would look right at me.  I went through every body part, asking if it hurt.  He kept saying no.  I asked if he was tired.  I asked if he was hungry – YES!  And he ran to his highchair.  Well for goodness sake kid all you had to do was TELL MOMMY!  It was so frustrating.  Probably the most frustrated I’ve been with either of them all summer.

I gave him some blueberries as a little snack because it was only about an hour and half until dinner.  I know that at this age, if they say they’re hungry they really are.  I figured at least I was giving him a healthy option and if it meant he ate a little less at dinner, oh well, it was fruit!  Ariel had some cantelope. 

When Tim came home he asked if I was going to try and get a job next summer.  Ha Ha.

After they were in bed, I got on the Wii Fit to weigh-in.  Gained 0.7 lbs.  This was in addition to the 2 lbs. I had supposedly gained this weekend.   

I went running. 

I ran. 

And it helped all of my frustration from the day just melt away.  I did my normal route in 28 minutes – usually it takes me at least 30.  I don’t know why I just discovered this whole running thing.  I wish I had figured out sooner how much I like it!  HA!

When I came back the boy was still crying in his crib.  Tim and I finished our strength training and yoga together and then I finally I went in to check on him.  He was instantaneously quiet when I walked in.  Hm, very suspicious.  Obviously there was nothing “wrong”.  He just wanted company.  Which I guess is ok every once in a while.  I calmed him down and then went to take a shower.  When I got out…..crying again.  I stayed a little longer this time, rubbing his back, waiting until he fell asleep.  I was glad I got to go for that run because it helped me keep my sanity for this.

Sometimes I feel so guilty when I’m frustrated.  Sometimes I feel so guilty when I’m favoring one over the other.  All day, Ariel was fine.  Happy, playing, cute.  And at times, I wished it was just her and I for a couple hours and that I didn’t have to deal with the other one.  I feel like I didnt even get to spend time with her because I was trying to figure out what in the hell was wrong with Will. 

Patience helps me get over my guilt I guess.  If I was snapping at them or showing my frustration, I would feel more guilty.  He wasn’t meaning to be frustrating and I just kept that perspective in mind all day.  I counted to 10 in my head.  A lot.  I used my patient-mommy voice.  Because if they know I’m frustrated, they get even more frustrated….which is even worse. 

I guess I’m just venting.  And bragging.  Because I kept my cool.  All Day Long.  And by the end of the day I don’t know how I did it.  And by the end of the day I was ready to get a part-time job not only for next summer, but maybe even the rest of this one.  🙂   This is now.

THEN:  Oh, the heartburn.  I didn’t have any all pregnancy.  I know it’s a symptom, so I wasn’t concerned.  At first.  It was a Thursday night.  I woke up with a pain in my chest.  Heartburn.  I tried sitting up a little in bed to ease the feeling.  It was not comfortable for my stomach.  I laid down again.  I sat up again.  I laid down again.  Finally, Tim woke up.  Kinda what I was aiming for, without having to actually wake him.  The feeling was becoming unbearable.  He got up and looked in the medicine cabinet to see if I could take anything.  I didn’t want to risk it.  Not yet.

So, he did what any normal person does in “this day in age”.  Looked on the internet.  Milk.  Crackers.  Sit up. 

I was so tired.  I just wanted to lay down in my bed.  I did not want to be drinking milk.  I did not want to be eating crackers.  I did not want to be sitting up.  I wanted to be sleeping. 

He went and got me some milk and crackers.

I ate and drank while sitting up in bed.  He laid back down.  What else was he supposed to do, right?  He fell asleep.  I tried laying down again.  Way worse.

I decided to go hang out in the rocking chair in one of the baby rooms.  It was the room we were going to put them both in at first when they came home.  I rocked and ate more crackers and thought about my little ones in my belly.  They were probably sleeping.  Just like my husband.  I kinda tried to rest my eyes.  I fell asleep a little bit, here and there, only a light sleep.  The pain was not really subsiding, even with milk and crackers and sitting up.  Oh well, it was just one night.  I could nap tomorrow. 

I tried not to worry about it.  Lots of people get heartburn while pregnant.  The internet said so. 

When Tim got up the next morning, early, I was still in the rocking chair.  Still awake.  The pain was still there.  What if something was wrong?  I hadn’t had heartburn this whole 7 months, why suddenly now?  We went downstairs and he asked if I wanted breakfast but I wasn’t hungry, I couldn’t eat.  It would hurt.  He suggested I call the doctor.  He never suggests I call the doctor.  I never call the doctor.  Doctors just tell you you’re fine and send you on your way and you feel stupid for even asking.  Just because I had heartburn all night and this morning was no reason to call the doctor.  He wasn’t even there yet, it was only 7 in the morning.  I was fine.  That was then.

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Bounce-O-Rama

NOW:  Sunday Tim wanted to cook a brisket.  He needs to do a practice for the twins’ birthday party/Labor Day Party.  We invited a few friends over to share it because it was humungous.  We started out the afternoon by setting up the new Bounce House!

Tim’s mom wanted to get the twins a bounce house last year for their birthday but it was so late in the season they were all sold out.  So, this year she decided to buy it at the beginning of summer and gave it to them early.   We hadn’t set it up yet, but since our friends Brian and Leslie were bringing their son Matt, we figured it was the perfect time to try it out with the kids.

Will went right for it.  Ariel was a little more timid, so I had to go in with her at first.  Which I wanted to do anyway!  🙂 

After a little  while, I got out and They tried out the slide.  It was amazing how quickly they figured out how to get back in by themselves. 

Of course, they soon figured out it was a lot easier going up the slide than in the “right” way.  Oh well.  Tim’s brisket turned out really well.  A little too “smokey” flavored, but now he knows.  That was the point of the practice.  It’s something that needs to be cooked ALL DAY LONG, but that actually makes it easier because he can prep and cook other things while it’s on the grill.  So, he figures it’s a good idea for the parties.

YUM!  He’s going to use different wood chips next time so that it’s not quite so smokey-tasting.  I thought it was good, but what do I know? 

While we ate, the little boys played a little bit of hockey at the table with the sippy cups.  They went on the slide and swings after dinner and then it was bedtime.

It was so much fun being able to spend some relaxing time with our friends.  Summers just seem to get away from us sometimes.  And Tim and I are so busy on the weekends (and so is everyone else!), that it was great to have a day “off” where we didn’t have family parties or other obligations and we could just have a random day with our friends.  It’s great when we can let the kids play together too!!!  This is now.

THEN:  I felt as big as a house.  I know most women probably feel that way, especially towards the end of their pregnancies, but I was only 6 months and carrying the equivilent weight of a full-term singleton pregnancy. 

This picture was taken August 3, 2009.  I can see how swollen and full my face and wrists are, even in the picture!  I was still feeling pretty good though.  I was relatively cheerful about the whole thing.  I was on modified bedrest, but still being able to do what I wanted to, thanks to my glorious husband.

Let’s make this flashback about Tim.

I don’t know how most men react to infertility treatments and a crazy hormonal pregnant bed-resting wife, but my husband could not have been more supportive.  When we were trying to get pregnant he put up with all my self-diagnosis, came to as many fertility appointments as he could, and didn’t think twice about getting that sample in that little plastic cup every month.  He wanted a kid just as badly as I did….and he wanted me to be happy more than anything. 

Once I was pregnant it wasn’t long before I couldn’t do anything around the house.  He dutifully took over lawn-mowing, laundry, general cleaning, and setting up the babies rooms.  He didn’t do anything as quickly as I wanted him to, but he patiently kept explaining to me that not everything needed to be done within a month of my pregnancy.  In other words, he put up with my nagging and didn’t get annoyed by it.

He took me places in a wheelchair.  Now, I don’t know, but I think maybe other people would be embarrassed by this.  There was nothing “wrong” with me.  He pushed me all over and even put up with me in the motorized cart at the grocery store without saying a word. 

Maybe this seems uneventful or not extraordinary in the least.  But I was grateful for it. 

Everything was going along fine.  Tim did manage to get the rooms painted, the dressers upstairs, the cribs put together and the sheets on the mattresses.  He helped me wash all the clothes.  He put the toys together…..even the ones they wouldn’t be able to use for months…..and stored them in the family room. 

Everything was going along fine.  The bag was packed.  Way early.  Because I’m a planner and because what if I went in early?  I was going to the doctor at the end of August for a check-up and I’d be scheduling my C-Section for 38 weeks.  I was excited by that.  It’s not often you get to pick your babies’ birthday! 

Everything was going along fine.  But then the heartburn started.  That was then.

5K Fever (No-Twin Tuesdays)

NOW: Ok, I am now definitely addicted to running.  Ran another 5K on Saturday morning.  2 hours before I was supposed to be leaving for a wedding.  It was a casual wedding….it’s not like I had to spend a ton of time doing hair and make up.  I’m not one to care what people think about me anyway.

So, my second 5K.  It. Was. Hot.  It was nice because the route was basically around my neighborhood.  There were 2 water stations this time…..but they gave little bottles of water which were kind of annoying to open.  Beggers can’t be choosers I guess. 

I am disappointed to say I walked like 4 times.  I blame Tim though.  🙂  He and the twins were waiting for me at one of the corners near our house.  I was really wanting to walk at that point but I knew he’d see me, so I kept pushing myself.  Well then, he’s flagging me over.  What?  What do you want?  How do you wash the stuffed animals?  In the (F***ing) washing machine!!!!  I understood why he did it.  The stuffed animals absolutely NEED to be washed and dried before naptime or Will freaks out.  Well, we weren’t going to be home!  So, they needed to be washed and dried before we left.  But still, come on, stopping to ask me that?  I’m gonna put instructions for everything taped to the washer and dryer from now on.  He didn’t want to be the one to destroy Mr. Bear by putting him on the wrong setting in the washer.  I explained later that it’s really only the dryer that matters – no heat, just air dry. 

I didn’t even get to say hi to the twins as I ran by.  Tim said he’s never coming to watch me again anyway because as soon as I kept going and didn’t stop, the twins were screaming MA MA MA MA MA MA MA MOMMY MOMMY!  So, at least until they’re old enough.

Then, because I had already slowed down once to talk to him, I figured it couldn’t hurt to walk a little bit.  To the red truck.  Only a few driveways.  So I did.  Then there was a downhill, so no more walking.  Then uphill…..OK a little more walking.  Downhill – no.  Uphill – a little.  Downhill – no.  Then there was a BIG uphill.  I thought about letting myself walk it but then I would be going twice as slow.  Obviously.  So I sprinted up the hill.   Then walked a little more.  The finish line was in sight but not the timer yet.  I was pretty bummed already and figured I wasn’t going to beat my time.  I think that’s one reason I allowed myself to walk so much.  When I saw the clock, it was at 33 minutes.  Wow!  I wasn’t that far off.  I sprinted a little more to try and beat my time anyway, but got there at 33 minutes, 30 seconds.  About 7 seconds slower than last time.  And I had walked a LOT more!  That must mean when I did run, I ran faster, right?  Right.  I was still mad at myself though.  Even if I had walked 1 less time, I would have beaten my previous time. 

We’re going to run another one mid-August.  We’ve been recruiting more people.  Suckers.  Tim’s one of them.  He vows that he’s going to try the next one.  It’s at the Erie County Fairgrounds, during the fair, so that’s AWESOME!!!!    Our friend, Kate, came to this one and says she definitely wants to run more too.  She and I are going to go running tonight.  She’s a little slower than me, but she has never really run before.  I figure even if I keep at her pace I’ll run the whole time without stopping to walk, so that would be a great way to build up my stamina. 

I love that a bunch of us are doing this together.  I had been running by myself anyway, just needed a catalyst to get me to sign up for “actual” runs.  And now that so many of our friends are joining in, it’s a lot of fun.  I’m not a competitive person usually, but this is something I am becoming competitive about.  Plus, Kate says she’ll run the Disney Marathon with me in 5 years, so it’s something else to plan/train for.  If we start planning now, we’re more likely to actually do it.  🙂 

And it’s something I’m doing for me.  Don’t get me wrong, I love living for my kids (and Tim).  I would do anything for any of them.  I feel like I was born to be their mother and I feel like I’m doing a Damn good job of it.  As I was running my first 5K, I said to myself “do it for them”.  But then, I realized…..No, I’m not doing it for them…..I’m doing it for me.  And if this is the way I can be selfish and do something that’s just for me, than at least it’s a healthy outlet.  I’m getting in shape.  I feel good.  And it’s a stress reliever.  And I’m doing it just for me.  Just to run.  Just because I like it.  It takes up time – it means sometimes Tim has to stay home a little more with the kids, or if he runs with me it will mean getting a babysitter for a couple hours.  But it’s my one way to be a little selfish.  This is now.

THEN:  I had quite a bit of trouble sleeping when I was pregnant too.  Probably everyone does.  The swelling in my ankles and feet and wrists and hands didn’t help.  I would try to prop my belly up on one pillow, and my feet up on another.  It wasn’t very comfortable.  Plus, my carpel tunnel would be extremely painful at night for some reason and I couldn’t really elevate my wrists. 

I tried many different pillows for my belly.  I tried regular pillows but they were too bulky.  A body pillow worked for a short time, but it was too bulky too.  I wanted something small enough to go under my belly for support, but not push me over.  I went back to regular pillows because I hated the body pillow.  Then I tried throw pillows from the couch because they were a little thinner, but they weren’t the right shape. 

I was very picky.  But I really wanted to get a good night’s sleep.  Once they were born it would probably be a long time before I slept through the night.  Plus, I had to rest.

I started taking naps in the afternoon too.  On the couch.  I think the way the cushions were just helped a little better with my belly.  And my ankles and wrists weren’t so swollen in the middle of the day.

But at night I wanted to be in my bed.  I didn’t want to sleep alone on the couch.  So I kept trying different pillows.  Finally, in July, we were at Babies R Us and I found a triangular pillow, meant to help with my problem.  I convinced Tim to buy it – it was a worthwhile investment even though no other pillows were working and he had little faith in this one.  But it was only like $12. 

It was like a miracle-worker.  This little ramp-shaped piece of foam was just what I needed.  I felt like Goldilocks – finally finding the one that was JUST RIGHT.  What a relief.  It was such a big help and even though I was still slightly uncomfortable and not totally sleeping through the night it definitely helped with the belly situation.  Now, if only there was some way to help the getting-up-to-pee-every-hour-situation.  That was then.

Marina Mania

NOW: My father-in-law decided he’d like to go to the marina next time we had an outing together.  On Friday, that’s where we went.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  I had heard that it was looking nicer lately, and that there was ice cream.  But I didn’t think I had ever been there and wasn’t sure how much the twins would enjoy it.

I was also a little nervous because if we let them walk around, one false slip and they’d be in Lake Erie.

They ended up being in the stroller most of the time, which they still enjoyed.

It was a little early for people to be taking off on boats, but there were a few.

The Naval Park is also right there, so they got to see some BIG boats.  Children under 5 were free to go “explore” the boats and the museum, but we thought they were a little too young.  Maybe in a couple years.

When we did get them out of the stroller it was to play at the little man-made beach.  There were beach toys and everything.  It was like a huge sandbox.  🙂

So they had a lot of fun, but we only stayed there for a short time.  Then, I had to use some water out of my water bottle to rinse their hands because they were all sandy.  I shouldn’t have bothered……

They both got pretty soaked.  They hardly ever play in the sprinkler at home.  Apparently this one is different. 

We had started in the middle of the marina, so we decided to head back the way we came and then keep walking along the lake by the harbor.

Papa told us that when Tim was little he used to walk along these rocks.  I’m glad he agreed the twins were a little too young.  They were pretty smooth, but the twins have a hard enough time walking on flat land.  Even if we walked on the sidewalk and held their hands while they were up there, I would not have been comfortable with that!  Plus, Will sometimes likes to wiggle out of hand-holding.  Here’s my fear of them falling in the Lake!  They were content with touching the rocks as we pushed them along.  Then we walked along the docks.

Maybe someday we’ll know someone with a boat and be able to go out on it.  That would be fun.  But I wouldn’t want to buy a boat myself – not in Buffalo!  There’s too short of a nice-weather season.  The kids did have fun.  They were very serious throughout the trip – they’ve never really seen boats before and I think they were just taking it all in. 

Ariel got a bit silly near the end of our adventure.

She doesn’t usually care to have her picture taken and will usually turn away from the camera.  I was taking pictures and she told me she would smile.  Instead, she stuck her tongue out.  🙂  Silly girlie.

After we finished walking around, we met up with Aunt Sarah for lunch.  She works downtown near the marina.  The kids ate first and had a little picnic on the grass with some veggies and chicken I had brought with us.  The seagulls ended up with most of it because the twins didn’t really eat much. 

Then Papa got some soft serve ice cream.  It was supposed to be for the twins and I to share.  In the meantime I went with Aunt Sarah to go get a hot dog.  Upon returning with my hot dog…..I realized there was hardly any ice cream left for me!  The little piggies!  They didn’t eat their lunch, but instead ate MY ice cream!  I couldn’t believe it. 

We’d see Aunt Sarah later too; she was coming over to babysit so that Tim and I could go to dinner!  YAY!  We were supposed to go see the final Harry Potter movie, but our friend Steve couldn’t go.  We’ve seen all the HP movies with him.  He waited for us while we were in Sesame Place, so we needed to wait for him.  His wife, Mariah, just had foot surgery, and his babysitters got pnemonia.  So, Tim and I went to dinner alone, ran a few errands, and we’ll (hopefully!) all go see HP next weekend. 

We had two gift cards from the Melting Pot, as well as a coupon for a free chocolate fondue!  So our bill came to $2.32.  Nice.  The food was SO yummy and it was nice to get out of the house together.   We walked around the mall a bit and then had to go buy some gifts for upcoming birthdays and wedding showers.  We ended up at Wegmans just to buy some bottled water……and figured we might as well go grocery shopping while we were there!  We only forgot a couple of things without our list.  🙂 

Saturday we went to an all-day wedding at Lake Erie State Park.  It was really nice, but very very hot.  So we mainly sat under the tents and chatted with our friends.  Very relaxing.  This is now.

THEN:  When you’re pregnant, you have to go for a series of bloodwork tests to check up on you.  One of those is a gestational diabetes test.

I had heard horror stories about this.

It wasn’t THAT bad.

I had to make an appointment for the bloodtest.  Then, an hour before, I was supposed to eat 4 peanut butter cups (there were other candy choices, but this was mine!).  Sounds pretty good to me.  Then, go give the bloodwork.

Well, for the first one I ate the panut butter cups and then Tim and I went to Valu to spend the hour before I had to go back.  We walked around and shopped for some outdoor stuff we needed.  No on had told me that I was supposed to be sitting still for this hour and that walking around could mess up the results. 

I went back, gave the blood for the test, and was told my doctor would call with the results in a week or so.  OK, no problem.  Next time I went to the doctor, he had the results.  The number was slightly high, meaning I had to re-take the test, this time once every four hours.  The doctor didn’t think there was anything wrong because it was only a little bit high, but figured we might as well retest just to be sure.  He seemed pretty confident that there would not be a problem.

The next time, I couldn’t do the candy.  I had to drink this super-sugary pop-like substance right at the bloodwork clinic.  Then I had to sit for an hour.  At the bloodwork clinic.  Then, they’d call me back for my first blood sample.  Another hour, another blood sample.  And then two more.  So I sat there for over 4 hours.  And gave 4 blood samples.  With 4 needles!  UGH.  At least I got to catch up on some reading. 

Tim had dropped me off in the morning.  It was a fasting test – so the only thing really in my stomach was that gross drink.  I wasn’t sure I would be able to drive myself home after not eating and giving all that blood and being poked by all those needles.  I had arranged for my dad to pick me up and we went out for a quick lunch.  Because by then I was starving. 

Starting 3 days later, I kept calling the doctor for the results.  He had seemed confident, but I was a little nervous.  If I had gestational diabetes, I wanted to know so that I could figure out what kinds of dietary changes I needed to be making.  Plus, my dad has Type 2 Diabetes and I was carrying twins – both factors making my risks higher.  The results weren’t in.  Weren’t in.  Weren’t in.  Finally, the nurses told me that if there was an issue, they would call me, I didn’t have to keep calling.  So, once the results were in they’d give me a call if something was wrong.  I guess I could deal with that.  I didn’t end up getting any phone calls.  This was around the end of July.  My next doctor’s appointment was at the end of August.  So, I just kept doing what I was doing.  Although by now, I was really running out of room in my stomach and was eating much smaller meals, just more often.  That was then.

OK, No More Mrs. Lazypants

NOW:  Ok.  I feel like I am so out of touch, and behind with the blogworld.  Our weekend was so crazy, my camera/computer wasn’t working properly, and I wanted to finish re-reading the last Harry Potter book because we were supposed to go see it Friday night.  We didn’t.  But anyway. 

Starting tomorrow, no more laziness.  No more quick posts or posts without pictures (as long as my computer works!) 

So.  I hope you all had a good weekend.  I will definitely be checking out posts on other blogs too because I feel so guilty that I don’t know what’s going on in the world.  Now, I’m just going to relax-off my weekend a little bit so that I can be ready for the week ahead.  Until tomorrow!

 

Back to Normal

NOW: This week has been so busy, but almost back to normal.

Monday and Tuesday we hung around at home.  On Monday my parents came over to watch the Sesame Place video and look at the pics, and then Tuesday Tim’s parents came over to watch.

Wednesday morning I had some errands to run so my dad came over to watch the kids until lunchtime.  It looked like a toy-hurricane hit my house while I was gone.  I’m not used to them playing inside so much!

Thursday was so stinkin’ hot that I decided to take the kids to swim in Papa’s Big Pool.   We had fun, and then went to lunch at a restaurant called Taffy’s – in Orchard Park.  The food was ok.  Just hamburgers, hot dogs, etc.  But it’s the milkshakes that I love.  They are so delicious!  I had chocolate-peanut-butter-coffee flavored.  YUM.

While we were gone last week we turned on the Air Conditioning for the dogs.  It was supposed to be hot, and for them to be stuck in the closed-up house for 4 days was not a good idea.  Well…….now the air is still on.  It’s been in the 90’s here, and I figured just for this week.  But we’re turning it off again Sunday.  I promise.

Today we went down the waterfront with my father-in-law.  He wanted to take the kids to see all the boats.  It was hot hot hot again……but fun to walk around.

I got lots of pictures but for some reason my computer is not cooperating with me, so I will add them soon.

We have a busy weekend too!  A wedding tomorrow.  Possibly Canal Fest or dinner Sunday.  We can’t get anything done around here because we’re always going going going!

Tomorrow morning I’m also running another 5K!  I wasn’t sure if I was going to do it.  I didn’t run the 2 days after Run for Rover, and then we were gone for 4, didn’t exercise for those 4 or the day after.  On Monday we were still so tired we did some step aerobics and that’s it.  Tuesday we ran inside for 30 minutes…..I was supposed to run the course for Saturday but my friend that was going to go with me decided it was too humid, so I backed out too and ran inside.  Wednesday I ran the course – which is right near my house!  It was hot and I ran with a friend of mine.  We walked a little more often than I would have liked, but it was ok.  I ran yesterday too, even though it was 94 degrees outside.  I did the course in a little over 34 minutes.  I felt like I walked a lot, but that’s ok because I need to save some energy for Saturday anyway.  And 34 minutes is only a minute off my time from the 10th. 

I wasn’t sure because we do have that wedding to go to.  It’s at a State Park, near Dunkirk, so about an hour and a half drive.  It starts at 1, babysitter coming at 11.  But, the run starts at 9:30, and it’s right around the corner, so I should have plenty of time to shower and get ready.  It’s a casual wedding, so I’m not going to have to work too hard on my hair and makeup.  It should be fine.  And I really wanted to run!  So, I am.  I’ll keep updating as much as possible this weekend – and definitely talk more about our trip to the waterfront today!  This is now.

THEN: I had major major swelling in my feet, ankles, legs, wrists, and hands when I was pregnant.  Especially once it started getting hot outside. 

I couldn’t even wear any of my shoes.  I went to Old Navy and bought men’s size flip flops because they had more room. 

I couldn’t wear my wedding or engagement rings. 

By the end of each day I looked like the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man.

I asked my doctor, but he said it was normal, especially in the heat and with carrying twins.  But he did say I should try to take it as easy as possible.  Sit, or even lay down as much as I could.  A lot of the time I would spend my evenings with my feet propped up, sometimes with ice packs on my ankles.  That would help the swelling go down a bit. 

I developed carpel-tunnel syndrome.  Also a normal pregnancy symptom.  Chances are, I have carpel tunnel anyway, but it just wasn’t showing itself yet.  But with the swelling in my wrists and fingers, it was cutting off some nerves and causing the carpel tunnel to flare up.  My hands ached constantly.

So basically, even if I wanted to do stuff, or even if my doctor had not said to rest……I had to anyway.  It was hard to walk.  It was uncomfortable and painful.  My hands were in constant pain, especially if I did anything where I had to use them.

Try not using your hands or feet for a couple of months.  Not the easiest thing.  And I’m not really the type of person who wants to take it easy.  I felt helpless.  I knew I was doing it for the good of the babies, which is the only reason I didn’t just push myself through the pain and continue my normal tasks. 

Of course, I couldn’t just constantly sit at home.  So I borrowed a wheelchair that my mom had because it used to be my grandpa’s.  I may have drawn a few looks while Tim pushed me around, but I didn’t care.  I even started using the automatic carts at Wegmans so that I could still go grocery shopping with Tim sometimes. 

There was a special exhibit at the science museum in the summer – The Human Body.  I really wanted to go, but I knew it would be way too much walking.  We brought the wheelchair.  Tim pushed me around as we looked at all of the displays.  We went on a weekday so it wasn’t too crowded, and Tim’s mom came with us.  I was so glad I was still able to go.  I was so grateful to Tim for pushing me around in the wheelchair.

Another event I refused to miss was the Erie County Fair.  I have been going every year since before I was born.  Yes, I went when my mother was pregnant with me.  It’s one of my most favorite places, mostly for nostalgic reasons.  I usually go 2 or 3 times……I knew this year I would only go once, and might not even stay the whole day.  But I was GOING.  Tim agreed to push me around in the wheelchair again.  Our children got to go before they were born.  It was hot.  I was swelled up like a balloon halfway through the day even without walking.  We stayed until dinnertime (that’s the best part!) I could barely get out of the wheelchair and into the car because my feet and ankles had swelled up so much.  We had to stop at my parents house to get something and my mom was shocked.  She couldn’t believe the swelling.  I brushed it off.  It was no big deal.  I’ll mention it to the doctor again when I go next week.  She made Tim promise that I would put my feet up with ice packs as soon as we got home.  Believe me, that was the plan.  That was then.

Parting is Such Sorrow – Day 4

NOW: On Saturday we had originally planned to go to the park until lunchtime and then start our journey home….hoping the kids would take a nap, at least for a little while.

Well, they had enjoyed the parades so much…..and Tim and I just really didn’t want to leave yet…..so we decided to wait until after the parade.  It was under one condition though – – – – – – coffee stops – – – – – in the park, and all the way home. 

In the morning we ate breakfast in the hotel room again, after Tim took all the luggage down to the car.  We’d have to unpack it to get the stroller out, and then repack it after the park, but that was ok. 

The kids were just so excited to go back to Sesame that we knew we made the right choice in returning for a third day.  We had gotten the free upgrade to the season pass anyway, so why not?

We decided not to deal with water stuff because it took up a lot of time, we’d have to get them changed again, and we wanted to try some things we hadn’t.

We started near the back of the park with some dry rides.  We asked the kids if they wanted to go on the horsies, but both said NO.  Ok then.  We found Elmo’s Flyin’ Fish and asked if they wanted to go on.  At first they both said no, but then Will heard Elmo’s voice coming from the ride and decided he’d like to try.

I gave him his choice of fish as we waited in line.  Zebra.

In line, he was all excited and kept pointing to the zebra fish as it went around and telling me whenever he heard Elmo.  Once on the ride, he kept saying all done all done.  But too late.  🙂  We took off and he was looking at everything and waving to Daddy and Ariel.  He even let me push the button to go up high.

It was a lot of fun…..so when we got off, I asked Ariel again if she wanted to go on, like Will.  She still said no, but when I tried to take her out of the stroller she didn’t really resist.  We started walking toward the line and she was saying no, no, no – in a cute way, not crying or whining.  So, I figured she should go on too.  She wouldn’t tell me which fish she wanted so I picked the angel fish because it was landed near Daddy.  When I first buckled her in, she said all done all done, but I told her it was too late, just like with Will.  She ended up enjoying herself also!

We decided to take a break and catch the Elmo’s World Live show again.  We sat near the middle this time, and no one was in front of us at first, which was perfect.  About halfway through the show someone came in (LATE!) and sat her big-self right in front of us.  I was so annoyed.  And Will was annoyed too, he had to keep leaning around her to see.  But they enjoyed the show anyway.  It was much better than the first day when Ariel was miserable through the whole thing! 

The workers even let us stay back a little bit after everyone was gone so we could get pictures on the set!  They loved looking at shade and door and meeting Dorothy!!!

Then we went back to the rides.  The twins agreed to go on Grover’s World Twirl with Mommy and Daddy.  I think they would have been fine if they could have sat on our laps, but they had to sit on the seat between us and didn’t really seem to enjoy it as much as I thought they would.  They weren’t crying, but they weren’t too thrilled either.

Maybe by the time we go to DisneyWorld next year, they’ll like the rides a little more.  🙂

We decided to go for lunch and then sewttle in for a spot on the parade route, near where we were for the nighttime parade last night.  While waiting for Tim to get lunch, I grabbed my 4th coffee of the day and settled in to wait at a table with the twins.  Tim brought me back a surprise with my lunch!

I shared with the kids, of course.  While we waited for the parade, Tim got us some “IceWater”, which was basically sorbet – he got cherry, which was really, really good!

We saw the parde one last time and then waved bye-bye to Sesame Place. 

As we were unpacker/repacking the car to fit the stroller in, the kids fell asleep in the backseat.  But, we still had one more Sesame Place surprise for them.  When they woke up, we stopped at a rest area (so Mommy could get another coffee) and after settling back into the car…….

Ariel must have thought Big Bird was hungry so she was feeding him some of her fruit bar.  He got his beak quite messy!

Things were pretty uneventful on the way home.  About an hour past dinnertime there was a pretty good amount of whining coming from the backseat, but we really wanted to make it to the Applebee’s near Syracuse again.  So we carried on.  At dinner, Will was a bit of a terror.  Good thing we won’t be going back to that location anytime soon.  It was understandable to us…..but probably not to the customers….or the waitress who will have to wash the crayon off the wall.  Considering they usually get compliments in restaurants, it was a little out-of-sorts for him, but to be expected.

After dinner we got back on the road, but abruptly pulled off because Mommy saw the first Tim Horton’s sign!  YAY!  Extra-large please.

They fell asleep shortly after, waking up occasionally to cry a little, but then falling back asleep.  Sometimes it was actually good that they were crying because it helped me stay more awake.  I wasn’t falling asleep at the wheel or anything (I would have had Tim drive if I was), but I definitely was tired.  It helped that we had a Muppet marathon going on the iPod, singing along was definitely helping.

We carried them upstairs, got them into their jammies and settled them into their cribs.  We also started unpacking the car a little.  By the time we got home it was about 12:30 at night (morning). 

Worth it. 

Totally worth it.

At one point Tim asked, “is it strange that I even enjoyed the car ride?”  No.  Anytime we spend time together as a family is enjoyable.  Even though part of the time was spent with whiny kids.  And part of the time was spent trying to entertain whiny kids.  And part of the time I wished I could just teleport us home  because I just wanted to be there instead of driving any longer

It was all so worth it.  For the experience.  For the joy.  For the fun and the time spent together. 

If I was only going to go to Sesame once, I might recommend waiting until the kids were a little older.  I definitely don’t regret taking mine because I know they had such a great time.  But they were a little young for some things.  If we do go again in a couple of years, we will probably go for longer and check out other things in the area; the Crayola Factory, the Please Touch Museum, or even Hershey Park. 

And I know they might not remember it.  Right now they do.  I ask them questions and they give me VERY specific answers about what happened on our trip.  But we have the pictures and the video (that they’ve asked to watch every day since we got back) to help them remember.  I remember going to Canada’s Wonderland as a kid.  But I don’t really remember it……I just remember what I’ve seen in the photos.  And that’s ok.  Because I know I had fun and my family must have enjoyed it or they wouldn’t have kept taking me back.

I can’t even express how much we all enjoyed our first family vacation.  My tears during the parades, and while they met the guys, and while they showed us how excited they were, and even now as I type; just say it all.  Tim and I have memories that will last forever – even when our little ones aren’t so little and don’t delight at seeing all their now-favorite guys.

Worth it.

Totally worth it.

This is now.  Soon……….let’s get planning that Disney World trip!!!!