NOW: Can I tell you how glad I am to have a daughter AND a son? People often say to me “oh, a boy and a girl, how perfect. Are you done now?” Which is kind of presumptuous. But also kind of true. I think because they are of the opposite sex, they are already very well-rounded in gender-based activities. But, part of that is Ariel being a girlie-girl.
See her little red toenails? I had to get a picture of them while she was in her swing. When she was on the ground she kept running away saying “no, no, no”, but in a cute, teasing voice, not a tantrum voice.
I had been thinking about painting her nails for a while now. What better time than 4th of July? Nice red for the holiday. I was going to do them red and blue, like mine.
But, I wanted to see how she reacted first. I asked her this morning if she wanted me to paint her toenails. She said yes. I didn’t know why because I don’t think she knew what I was talking about, but she’s pretty agreeable. I didn’t even have mine painted yet to show her an example.
I painted them for her while she was in her highchair, having snack. I figured this way her hands were busy holding crackers and stuffing her mouth. Less likely to touch them. I painted her big toe first and asked her if she liked it. “More, more” was the reply, while pointing to her remaining toes. So, I finished them up, and told her she couldn’t touch or they’d smudge. And she didn’t! Once she was ready to get out of her chair, they were dry. She showed Will, who immediately touched them and smiled. I thought, “uh-oh, here we go, he’s gonna want some too.” But he didn’t. Even after Mommy painted her own toenails too. I figured worst-case-scenario if he REALLY threw a fit I had some clear polish that might have satisfied him and no one would ever know. I should have known better, really. The boy acts like I’m shoving bamboo shoots up his fingernails when all I’m doing is clipping them. So he probably wouldn’t want any extra attention bestowed on his piggies.
Poor Will had to play by himself in the sandbox though. Ariel didn’t want to get her toesies dirty. See? Girlie-girl. 🙂 She’s all ready to party this weekend!!!
ALSO: I lost 2 lbs. on the Wii Fit last night! Meeting and beating my goal of 5 lbs in a month! YAY!!! I think it’s all the extra running around after the twins. And, eating less because it’s hot. And going back to dessert after dinner, not after exercising. However, I am often STARVING after exercising. Here’s our schedule: eat dinner, have dessert, play with twins, baths for twins, put twins to bed, exercise, relax on the couch, bed. We don’t want to have our dessert/snack too close to bedtime, but should we be eating after exercising??? This is now.
Question: Should I snack after exercising even if it’s only a couple hours before I go to bed?
THEN: April 5, 2009
Ok, I don’t often go around showing off a naked belly, so it’s hard to compare this picture to what my belly looks like normally. That being said, I already felt HUGE. And I’m only 2 months pregnant! Look, I had to wear my pajama pants below my waistline. Pajama pants. So, maybe I went a little overboard with the eating at first. I don’t know. The doctors didn’t seem concerned – I was carrying multiples after all! I was expected to gain a little more.
I still couldn’t exercise. Those extra follicles that had gotten so enlarged from the injectable fertility drugs were still enlarged and likely would be for a few more months. I couldn’t believe it. A small price to pay, but it made me nervous. Thinking that the follicle, or even my whole ovary, could burst or twist? Not good. So I was taking it easy with the workouts. Very easy. But, I was told to, so it’s not like I was really being lazy. I was trying to follow the doctor’s orders to a “t”, which included no working out, no sex, and some “no-no” foods. After working so hard to get what I wanted, I didn’t want to screw it up by eating blue cheese or a hot dog or something stupid. I was a little paranoid probably. But I wasn’t taking any chances.
I got on the Wii Fit to weigh myself a few more times. It was funny because when you gain weight, it asks you to pick a reason. There’s no “pregnant” option. So, the computer kept trying to motivate me to lose weight and reach my goal. Stupid computer. 🙂
It was kind of frustrating because I was so used to exercising. I had really started to like it. The way I felt so good afterwards. Plus, it was just part of my routine now. I knew I was supposed to gain weight, duh, so that part didn’t bother me. Just the feeling that there was something I enjoyed doing that I couldn’t do anymore. I was also really worried that once I had stopped, I would stop for good. It would just be continuous excuses and I would end up never getting back into that routine again. It was a valid concern. It had been so many years that I would tell myself to exercise and not do it, or do it inconsistantly. It had only been a year since I had started regularly exercising. Only a year that it had been part of my routine. Only a year since I realized I actually enjoyed it. And it would be over 9 months to forget all of those feelings and go back to the lazy, excuse-ridden feelings that I had had for most of my teenage/adult years. So, I tried not to let go of that feeling. I waited for the day when those follicles were back to normal size and maybe I’d exercise a little towards the later half of my pregnancy so I didn’t forget. That was then.