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Arguably the best song ever written, don't you agree? It's also my new blog anthem. It might even be the title of my new blog. Do you like this picture of me? Am I smising (tell me Tyra, AM I?)? Look at me, getting all ahead of myself. First things first. I have news.Guess what? I'm pregnant! I'm alive!I'm back! Okay, so the first statement is a flat-out lie. (Mr. K, if you're reading this,

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When I read this WSJ op ed piece, I was completely flabbergasted. It enraged me. It made me cringe. It made me think. If you haven't read it, you might consider reading it, especially because the rest of the post is not going to make much, if any sense otherwise. Then again, perhaps I never make much sense anyway.After reading the article, I started reflecting on my childhood. As a child, I

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If you have followed my blog for awhile, you'll know that I throw elaborate birthday parties for Piglet. And this year, the Twinks will have a big bash of their own. And by elaborate, I do not mean "real housewives of some rich place" but rather "stay at home mom hearts Paper Source." My friends always tell me that they don't know how I do it. They are exhausted even at the thought. Mr. K

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*I wrote this post a few weeks ago, but then the puke and poo fest started, so I just now got a chance to complete it! Playing catch up is such a FUN game.I would have to say perhaps my most infamous blog entry was this one. People *still* talk to me about it and I don't mind. In fact, when Mr. K and reminisce about things, it always comes up and we always laugh our heads off. So this year for

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I know, I know. I've been a little stingy with the photos lately. Everytime I write a blog entry with just one photo or (gasp) no pictures, I can feel you all getting a little more disgruntled. A little more disappointed. As if to say "You never write, you never call and now you don't even post pictures of the Piglets! I'm going to hit 'unfollow!' Don't think I won't!" So to make up for my

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Mr. K and I have been a little under the weather for the past week. We had the same symptoms, which of course means I was congested and had a headache and Mr. K asked me to have the priest come administer last rites. Twice.And he isn't even Catholic. Apparently being on the brink of death makes him religious. Anyway, this means we have been laying low as much as we can with three children

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You will be able to infer, based on the video below that I won we chose a school for Piglet.He will be at this school for one year and possibly three until we transfer him to a school that absolutely "dazzled" Mr. K. I'll introduce you to that school in another post. For now, we are settled!

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Mr. K and I have been touring schools for Piglet for several weeks now. We are leaning heavily towards a language immersion program and with this in mind, our breakfast conversation with Piglet goes something like this:Me: Piglet, can you say cwahssan (croissant)?Piglet: Cwahssan!!! Me: Piglet, can you say fromage? Piglet: Fromage! Mr. K: Piglet, can you say "I am speaking a dead European

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Okay. Where did we leave off? Oh I KNOW. I was about to embark on a sunny, dream vacation to celebrate my 20th friendaversary with my BFF. And let me tell you, it was awesome! The best part? We discovered that we are perfect travel companions. Which is HUGE. You know how sometimes you are great friends with someone and then you go on vacation with them and you suddenly discover 1,000 annoying

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You should skip this post. Seriously.Because it's gonna smart to read this one. A little. Okay, maybe a lot. Especially if you have small children and are short on sleep.Because my husband is all kinds of awesome sometimes.And as I mentioned before, last year for my birthday, he told me to go away.Without. The. Kids. For FIVE days!Not one to argue (ahem), I'm going. TODAY!And -- the best part?

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Miss me? Did you??Did you?! (I know that *some* special people did because they keep leaving "comments" in Chinese and passing on interesting links.)Anyway, I missed you all. A whole LOT.I have a list of excuses as long as my last receipt from Target, but would you believe the most compelling one has nothing to do with Piglet or the Twinks? In fact, it has to do with Mr. K and his (failed!

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You knew this was coming. So many of you commented about the milk picture that I thought I should dedicate a short entry just to this subject. To Gabby who wondered if I'm taking Domperidone to increase my milk supply: would you believe the answer is no? No Reglan either. Or Fenugreek. Or Mother's Milk Tea! I do, however take a daily dose of Starbucks which I chase with an every-other-day dose

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OH. MY. BLOG. I did it again! I made you feel unloved and abandoned! I'm sad. I'm ashamed! I'm sorry. Aaaannnnd, I was maybe a little busy. Sometimes while I'm sitting at a red light, I find myself daydreaming about blog entries. Of course, frequently, by the time I get in front of my laptop (which is usually hours later), the blog entry idea is gone. POOF! Not to be mistaken for POOP!

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So, Father's Day was fast-approaching and though I wracked my (addled, sleep-deprived) brain, I was at a loss for inspiration.Afterall, how would I *ever* top the Mother's Day gift(s) I'd been given this year? I mean, REALLY. How does one top that? I was faced with a mind bender. During the week leading up to Father's Day (hereafter referred to as F.D.), I looked to my children for

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As you can imagine, things get pretty, hm...hairy around Maison Piglets these days. As a result, Piglet has picked up some new vocab words and phrases. We're *sure* an early start on such a vast range of word usage is going to get him into Stanford someday. Here's a random sampling of his new words and phrases:boobboobsshit (breaking my no blog swearing rule in order to maintain integrity)

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Last week I logged onto my blog to start a new blog entry for the 674th time in two days. As usual, I started writing, wrote two lines and then promptly got interrupted by, well, you know, LIFE WITH THREE UNDER TWO or some lame excuse like that. Somewhere around try number 539, I noticed that I'd gone from 63 followers to 62. GASP.I lost someone. A reader!A URL friend!In the course of a week,

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The Twinks are over two months old now. TWO. MONTHS. OLD. Wait. What? You may or may not have noticed my two plus week absence. If you follow me (which means you are AWESOME) you probably noticed. And if you don't follow me but are a reader, (you are also awesome but not quite as awesome) you probably didn't. :) Meghan, who is AWESOME, noticed and delivered the proverbial kick in the arse, butt

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There are a thousand reasons why I fell in love with and subsequently, married my husband. He is kind. He is a good person.He knows his way around a kitchen.He is brilliant. I'll spare you the remaining 996 reasons, but rest assured they exist.However. Because you *knew* there was a 'however' in there -- gift giving/purchasing is not his strong suit. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that he

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If this video doesn't prove the whole, apple ---> tree theory, I'm not sure what does. I took this a few days after we got our beloved i.Pads. Piglet is *so* like his father! A few things of note: It's not lost on me that Piglet's hair here makes him look like Eddie Munster. He was in desperate need of a haircut, which he subsequently got that night. Also, did you all notice how he

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First off, thank you to the lurkers who took pity on me and hit 'follow' after my sad cry for help last post! And thanks also to my long-time readers who did the same because they had me in their Google readers but weren't followers. You made my day! Piglet sends you a big, wet kiss.Back to business...When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I found myself wishing that we could've done

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With three little piggies in the house, you can imagine how many diapers we go through in a day. And sometimes, because we are unaware or think the other person has already changed it, we let Piglet's diaper get a little (or a lot) too wet. Then one morning last weekend, Mr. K yelled down to me that Piglet needed new sheets on his bed. "Did you let him run around naked again?" I asked, "not

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That's what Mr. K said tonight after Piglet poured my fresh (and oh so tasty) can of Hansen's Key Lime soda onto one of our live power strips. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the current state of Maison Piglet.So anyway, um, it's been almost another two weeks (hanging head in shame). I swear that I won't become one of those bloggers that abandons my blog *just because* I had babies. I mean,

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It's me! I'm still here! I didn't abandon you my bloggy friends! It's just that I am so busy changing, feeding, loving and staring at my three little boy wonders. And after I'm done Changing.Feeding. Loving And staring at them, IZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...Snort.Wha? Who?Sorry. But know that I think about you and this blog *every day* and I worry that you won't forgive me, or worse, you'll STOP

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This is going to sound so cliché, but I can't believe it's been a week since I finally gave up Sideshow Bob status and had the Twinks! It has been an amazing, amazing week with our THREE children (I can *almost* justify doing a roll call). My top few observations since having the babes? 1) If you can opt out of a c-section DO IT. Mine wasn't 100% medically necessary but it wasn't completely

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I'll write all about my c-section and day soon, but for now, I wanted to say merci beaucoups to all my IRL and URL friends who soldiered by me during the past year. From weaning Piglet to surgery to an IVF cycle and a challenging pregnancy, you have all been there waiting in the wings and I'm so grateful. Yesterday was a red-letter day at Maison Piglet, as we welcomed our long-awaited identical

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Dear Piglet,You were so sweet and funny today you almost broke my heart in half. Daddy drove us all around doing last minute errands and despite the somewhat cloudy day, I kept my sun visor down the entire time just so I could watch you as you watched the world around you from the fluffy throne of your car seat. Your round full cheeks, pink lips that resemble a ripe strawberry, your twinkly

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Someone said I should write down all the things that I have been through during this pregnancy so that I can someday hold it over the twins when they're older.I say, why wait until they're older?Besides when they're here and I'm all "Oh you are so freaking cute, I want to eat you up!" all of this will be forgotten. Maybe. Possibly. Probably not, but I'll be extremely inclined to forgive them

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I figured it out peeps. I had a full-on REVELATION yesterday as I waddled around from place to place (Target, the mall, baby boutique). Yes, people are stopping and staring. Yes, some jerk-offs in the hallway in my OB's office building were mocking me behind my back (and I turned around and asked them if they were really mocking me), yes at the wedding I went to this weekend a woman actually

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I bit the bullet and emailed my blog designer a few weeks ago about adding a few wee birds to my banner and making the title PLURAL. Yikes! She has been swamped but took the time tonight to give me this wonderful baby gift. Two sweet little birds and an "s" added to my banner. If you add up all the birds on my blog, it adds up to five.FIVE.Because that's the number of people that will be in

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Yesterday I felt, for lack of a better word (and perhaps because I hang out with a two year-old all day), icky. I woke up feeling my usual aches and pains but as the morning progressed, I got a headache that threatened to turn into a migraine. And then with the puking...which I thought I had left behind me several weeks ago. Puking that even my Zofriend couldn't help. So through the advice of

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Dear Self,Please ease up. You know you really should. So the house will not be perfect, the clothes will not all be put away and the garage will remain somewhat a House of Horrors, causing you to close the door as soon as the car is safely in front of the gate, lest the neighbors catch a glimpse of the 4,256 pairs of shoes that you no longer fit but cannot part with either. So what if all of

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I have been in serious nesting mode all day. Piglet went to spend the day with my parents while I was at home supervising the deep cleaning and sealing of the subway tile in our bathrooms, taking three bids on replacing our roof and talking to our insurance company to add my new wheels to the policy and downgrade my other car to "pleasure" status. In between entertaining all these vendors, I

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Another uneventful week has passed at Maison Piglet. The babies are still doing great, fluid is plentiful, my blood pressure is perfect and ye olde cervix is still long and closed at 3.1cm. Other than the fact that my left hand now forms a permanent claw (thank you, PUPPPs), I'm having an oddly uncomplicated twin pregnancy. Uncomplicated but uncomfortable that is. And now, because I am a

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Every 30 days or so (or in February's case 28), I turn the the page and there it is, lovely and crisp as ever, the number one. I love the first day of a new month, I always have. I think it's because I love shiny, new things. So imagine my excitement when I opened my laptop (at 3:00 a.m. PST) and saw that iCalendar had flipped the page for me and I was greeted by a shiny, new NUMBER ONE. Even

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I'll admit it, I've been so preoccupied with this pregnancy, getting ready for the Twinks and wrapping my head around going from one to three children in one fell swoop, that I have completely neglected my blogging roots. I originally started this blog about Piglet. My first, at the time my only, and the greatest love of my life. Tonight a friend sent me a link to a blog entry written by a

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I have had *so* many doctor's appointments with this pregnancy, I've lost track of just how many. Despite this fact, I still find myself getting anxious and worried before each one. And when I don't feel anxious and worried, it's always the ONE time that I get unsettling news. So before my ultrasound and OB visit yesterday, I was a ball of nerves. I was just sure that my cervix had shortened

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My favorite mom of twins and my best friend of 20 years, collaborated to throw me a shower. Now you all know I'm a fairly, hm...how can I put this in a way that doesn't make me sound like a perfectionist wench delicately, "particular" person but when it comes to other people making a fuss over me, I tend to say "just throw a bag of Doritos in a bowl and call it good." I love love love to throw

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Despite my Asian heritage, profound love of order and straight lines, I have always royally sucked at origami.So it came as no surprise to me when at the "Twins and MORE! Care for Multiple Newborns" class Mr. K and I recently attended, I basically failed the swaddling part. I mean seriously, failed. Again. I was never good at swaddling Piglet and I became so heavily reliant on the Miracle Blanket

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I honestly thought I would never get another blog award because I've been nominated for two different ones by fabulous bloggers Cartside and Sunny and (hanging head in shame) I have yet to complete one. I swear the blog entries are started, but I just get so caught up in the details of each that I get worn out and my head gets fuzzy and then I somehow find myself hitting "save now" instead of "

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During my most recent two dr. appointments, I've logged two weight losses. Two pounds each visit for a total of four pounds. Mr. K who is just NOW reading this book by Dr. Barbara Luke (after months of listening to me say "You know, Dr. Barbara Luke says I should be taking a nap right now instead of helping you decide where to put things in the garage) has now decided that his main mission in

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At my shower last weekend (newsy post and pictures to follow) my friends said I don't post enough pictures of my belly. My response?"Nobody wants to see my belly!"Their response? "Yes we do!" Then this week in one of our epic voicemails to each other, my BFF in Hotlanta said something along the same lines..."Dude! I want to see your belly! Send me a pic!" So I guess the masses have spoken.

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Today I went in for my bi-weekly appointment at the Maternal Fetal Medicine Specialist's office. As per usual, I packed myself a snack and my knitting in preparation for a three-four hour visit. I'm a veteran, they know me there now despite seeing a large number of patients for various reasons (CVS and amnio screenings and varying degrees of high risk pregnancies). I'd started feeling very

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I took this video about a month ago and have been meaning to post it since then. Piglet does this adorable thing where he sings "Mama" from time to time. Often this is what I'll hear through the monitor when he wakes up from a nap. Of course, it's just as often that I'll hear "Mommmmmmm! Mama! Mommmmm!!! Hellooo!" instead. I must say, this is sweeter than the bellowing, but the bellowing is

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This morning at approximately 5:42 a.m. this was the scene at Maison Piglet:Mr. K: (getting ready in our bathroom)Me: (groggy, turn over to try and sleep a little longer, throw leg over comforter because am suddenly sweltering and then...) Ahhhhhhhh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh-my-gawd! Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Mr. K: (comes running) What?! What?! What's wrong?!!!! Me: (thrashing around, yelling like

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**Warning** Graphic, uncomfortable, somewhat gory details below. Read at your own risk,.Saturday started out as a normal weekend day. I had plans to meet my friend who was in town from Seattle for brunch. Later Mr. K and I were at long last going to celebrate his birthday by going out for dinner at a restaurant where the chef/owner was recently named one of America's top 25 chefs by Food and

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An update.From moi.This post threatens to be so long that I almost think it deserves a foreward. No really. However, seeing as it's 10:29 p.m. on a Friday night and I'm fresh out of famous people or experts to write one, I'll just jump right in. For some reason, I'm feeling the list format for this one.1. I saw Dr. Dreamy this week...the tie was green with a silvery diamond print and the shirt

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A long overdue post about the status of Les Twinks and life in general is in the works, but I didn't think I could leave you all hanging any longer with this birthday business. You've all endured me go on and on and on (puleeze someone, anyone make her stttttaaaahhp) for weeks now about Piglet's birthday parties and how I amStill.So.Tired.So I'll first regale you with photos from our last party!

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So utterly exhausted from the finale of Piglet's birthday festivities, but wanted to share one of the most precious moments from today's party. Piglet literally stood there and hugged baby Ellie (four weeks old today) for over ten minutes. Just *look* at his chubby little hand resting on her diaper bum. *Melt!* And then he cried when her mom took her home.Guess who's ready to be a big brother?

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Just a short love note to say I am completely submerged in the following at the moment, but will return with photos and long wordy posts shortly:1) Executing the second of Piglet's two 2nd birthday parties. Got that? K, just checking because there were a lot of "twos" in there.2) Celebrating my perfect glucose levels and still long and holding steady 4.2cm cervix! Say it with me! More PIE

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As promised, I am going to share the dialogue between Mr. K and I about our upcoming car purchase. Clearly you should not try to reason with a pregnant woman unless you are armed with a generous slice of pie or at the very least some candy.Mr. K: Hey, I bought this "Car and Driver" (magazine) so we can look at how the SUVs are rated and then choose which one we're going to test drive and buy. I

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We have officially surpassed the viability mark by a full week! Les Twinkies have been cooking for a full 25 weeks as of today. I just went back and re-read my posts from right after I found out I was pregnant and then the ones after I found out I was pregnant with identical twins. I was a leeeetle bonkers. In fact, I believe I still am. Perhaps I have always been. I'm pretty sure Mr. K

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1. Talk nerdy to me and I will likely fall in love with and then marry you. Who knew my three brothers could have such an influence on me! 2. I can and have established incredible bonds with people I have never even met, a handful of whom I talk to, text and email on a regular basis. They are as much my friends and loved ones as the friends I have had since I was a teenager. Thank you

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One of my husband's co-worker's wives who also happens to be a reader of my blog (you can find her blog here), after months of reading about my complete and utter adoration of all things PIE, actually baked me one! From scratch. And her nice husband brought it into the office and delivered it to Mr. K with expressed instructions that it was for ME!A GIANT ROASTED APPLE PIE!ALL FOR MOI! ON MY

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My best friend and I were together this weekend and something someone said reminded of us the time she wore one of these:With one of THESE.Meaning -- at the same time, as a PAIR.I'm sure the hilarity of the situation is not lost on you, my savvy, witty readers!It was a week after she'd had her second baby and she was rushing to the lactation consultant -- newborn in one hand, ushering preschooler

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A short and sweet update about my boys. I am happy to report that they are still doing so well! They are in fact, thriving. Fluid levels look perfectly even, my cervix grew and is now back to its former glory of 4.37cm and in the past 2.5 weeks the Twinks gained a half a pound each and now weigh 1.5lbs a piece. My perinatologist said that they are bucking the trend of twins being small. Of

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It's no secret, Piglet is a big-time mama's boy. He loves to cuddle and frequently asks for hugs and when he does, he is just plain irresistible. Seriously. When this face looks at you and says "Mama?" And then he wraps his chubby little arms around himself, I would challenge you not to scoop him up and squeeze him like a package of C.harmin. The problem is, sometimes once he's all cozy in

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It's that time of year again where I start to get even more sentimental than usual. And this year, what with the Twinks bumping around and Piglet growing right before my eyes, I am exceedingly weepy. My baby is turning TWO. We've had a such an amazing second year together.I can't even be trusted to watch O.prah right now because as you all know, she's made me a crier. What does a sentimental,

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It's been cold around here, really, really oddly cold for the usually quite temperate Pacific Northwest. If I've ventured out with Piglet, I'm admittedly one of *those* moms who over bundles my child (a la A Christmas Story). I am scared to death of him getting cold, so I apply layer after layer of warmth in order to fend off the dreaded draft. The other day Mr. K took Piglet for a short walk

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I've written about this before -- about feeling betwixt and between the world of mommies and playdates and picky eaters and the world of infertility - the world of needles and FSH numbers and slow rising betas. Every year around Christmas time I find myself flashing back to my first IVF cycle. I remember it all so clearly. The day the giant box of meds arrived and how I excitedly rifled

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There's a book that I've been reading for about a month. I'm actually a very fast reader but I am savoring this book, reading and re-reading parts of it, trying to make it last as long as possible because I just don't want it to end. It is so beautifully written and has made both Mr. K and I realize just how extraordinary our identical twins are. Witnessing their bond from infancy to adulthood

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Today I had another long ultrasound followed by an appointment with the Maternal Fetal Specialist. I must say, 4.5 weeks really is too long between visits. I started to get anxious at about the three week mark. I am happy to report that Les Twinks / Wontons are doing fabulously!Here are some pictures of the little darlings. Sorry they aren't the best quality, I took them with my phone and

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...and think of Piglet, this is the version of him I see. Wide-eyed, ruffled hair, full cheeks, pink lips, eyelashes that curl at the edges. Before he was born, I tried to imagine what he would look like. My chin? Mr. K's nose? Lots of hair? Dimples? Like most parents, I dreamt of having a perfect, beautiful child. That's right. You heard me. I said I wanted my child to be heavy in the

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Four years ago there was a white silk satin dress and a black tux and a penthouse suite and a live band.Four years later there are maternity pants and Adidas tennies and a cozy house and Music Together.Four years from now I'm not sure of the details (hopefully me in my favorite Seven jeans again) but what I do know is there will be love -- and a lot of it. And probably coffee. A lot of that too

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*Warning*  Gratuitous rant/blog entry below.  Needed for stress relief.  Please forgive.My house is in a total state of flux right now and it is driving the perfectionist in me STARK. RAVING. MAD. I swear I need one (or ten) of those signs that say "Please pardon our mess." There are huge boxes in my foyer and dining room.  There's a large new area rug that's been propped up by the front door

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Mr. K and I are stuck.  We have one name picked out, but we cannot decide on our other twin's name.  We are officially open to suggestions.  Have any?If you give us a winning suggestion (that is not already listed below), I will send you a hand knit scarf made just for YOU by MOI!  Really!  I will! Names we are currently noodling:JamesRyanAndrewElliottMasonMiles Help!  As snappy as Twin A and

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Mr. K and I are on our babymoon!  When I was pregnant with Piglet, we went on three (Hawaii, Vegas, beach) and I got to pick all three destinations.  This time, I let Mr. K pick and he picked Canada.  Why Canada?  Because he is obsessed with LOVES it here.  After the election in 2004, he seriously looked into moving here because the idea of another four years under THAT administration and its

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This weekend we cracked open a potty training book.  It supposedly helps you potty train according to your child's disposition, so before the nitty gritty, you take a quiz to help you determine what type of personality your child has and therefore, the best way to move forward.  Piglet is apparently sensory-oriented.  We're still figuring out what the heck that means to the adventure we're about

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The other night Mr. K and I had planned to go out for dinner. Then as we were walking into the Japanese market, I said "Let's make kim chee tonight!  I have to have kim chee with lots of ginger!"  Honestly, I RARELY crave the food of Mr. K's people.  But for some reason I was over taken by an intense desire for some.  It was very odd.  Mr. K who often says I "deny" him food from his homeland (he

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Things I do and will continue to love about having sons:sweater vestsmomma's boysnatural and incessant curiosity about the worldas they grow older, their needs remain largely the same and very straightforward: feed, clothe, nurture, loveendless fascination with things that GObrotherly lovein about eight years, I will never, ever, have to take out the garbage againthey will probably let me pick

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I thought I'd write a more detailed account of my trip to the perinatologist yesterday. The big news was of course, that we are having two boys.  The relieving news is that they are doing extremely well!  Each twin weighs several ounces more than the average twin at the same gestational age.  Their fluid levels are the same, their growth is the same, their heartbeats are strong in the 160s and my

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Apparently I am such an awesome mom to Piglet that it was decided I should have more just like him.My reaction went something like this:My three sons...?My three sons...My three SONS!!!!!!!!Sorry to all my friends who I promised I would give all my oodles and oodles of boys' clothes to if we had girls.  I'm apparently going to need them ALL.  :)  Will post pictures in a bit, but wanted to share

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When I first put the gender poll up it said something like "38 days left to vote."  And now it says 11 hours and I can hardly believe it.  In 11 hours we are going to find out if we are adding sons or daughters to our family.  I have my own gut feeling about pink or blue and while everyone who I see or speak to regularly knows my guess, I think I'll let the rest of you take your own guess.I love

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In two days we will *hopefully* find out the gender of our twins.  I say gender because whatever they are, they are the same!  So if just one baby cooperates, we'll be golden. In the meantime, we are keeping busy here at Maison de Piglet by playing all kinds of new games and learning critical life skills, both seen below.  What can I say, we hang out with a lot of cute little girls and we need to

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Exactly one year ago today, I took this picture.  Today I took this picture. I wonder what this picture will look like next year?

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Last week I co-hosted a surprise baby shower at my house for a close friend from my play group.  It was intimate, just 12 adults plus six tots but regardless of the size of the party I wanted everything to be perfect. I'm a true perfectionist and it is never more evident than when I'm throwing a party.  I spent the better part of three days cleaning and decluttering my house (sometimes on my

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So you know how we all have friends, you know those friends who are ridiculously creative and can make stuff with their BARE HANDS?  And I don't mean lowly home cooks like me who make cupcakes from scratch and run three victory laps in celebration.  I mean people who can make a LIVING from the things they create with their BARE HANDS.  And it's some cool stuff people.  My friend, the maven over

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I felt the Twinks kick for the very first time.  I've felt a flutter here and there before.  But not like tonight.Tonight they definitively said "Hey Maman, we really liked that Thai food.  More tomorrow?"  It was amazing.  I am so grateful to have felt that kick before from Piglet so I recognized it instantly. Feeling him move and kick me was very possibly my very favorite part of being pregnant

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I love this picture because no one is focused on the photographer except for me. That's how it is a lot at our house.  Mr. K is my brilliant, absent-minded professor, Gingee the Labradoodle is too busy barking at the mailman and Piglet cannot be bothered with something as mundane as doing what you ask of him.  Now you can add me and my tired self to the crew.  Lately my "gift of blog" as a friend

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Mr. K came home a few weeks ago telling me that the insurance premiums at his company were going up because of "all the twins" (and some major back surgeries, etc.). What twins, I asked?  How could they already know about our twins?  Then he told me that three other families at his company had had twins in the past year. Two fraternal and one identical. There are about 350 employees where my

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1. Glee2. Fritos3. Creating the best and most awesome train track configuration for Piglet4. 10/295. shoe stretching products6. Lucy yoga pants7. Trying not to think about selling my beloved car.8. Holiday Globe seedless grapes9. Honeycrisp apples (no, not the cereal and if you are only seeing small ones you are shopping at the wrong place. Locals, try Zupan's.)10. convincing Piglet to wear hats

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I was so excited to go to my blog this morning and see my little b.abystrology ticker say 13w!  You all know what this means?  It means I am barreling into my second trimester, folks!  The Twinks are now the size of peaches.  Seriously!  Peaches! My favorite pie filling! (Mmmmmmm. PIE.) And there are TWO of them!  I'm pausing now.So we can all let that sink in.The other day my favorite playdate

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I'll admit it.  I have not been very good at keeping up with Piglet's monthly updates.  In fact, the last one I did was two (almost three) months ago.  Hmm....what could have been happening in the last three months to make me such a slacker?  Not much, not much at all. ;)  Also, I don't think I'll be able to do monthly updates for him forever, and there will eventually have to be an endpoint,

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thanks for making me a crier.  To be honest, I used to be much more of an E.llen show-dancing-in-the-aisles-laughing at-people-wearing-sumo-wrestler-suits-bobbing-for-apples-kind of gal.  But.Ever since I got pregnant, I have found myself waiting for 4:30 to arrive each day so I can get my daily session of boo-hooing out of the way.  And yes, I know O.prah comes on at 4:00, but who has time to

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The day I had my first trimester screen with Piglet, all I wondered about was whether they might be able to tell me the gender of the baby.  I wasn't worried or stressed, just so excited!  Then I had a suspiciously quiet ultrasound tech and after her, a complete a-hole of a perinatologist who gave us the less than perfect results of our scan.  Piglet's nuchal fold was measuring larger than the

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I love the fall.  It's really a tossup between fall and the holidays, but something about the changing leaves, corduroy pants and apple harvest...puts a smile on my face.  I also get very sentimental this time of year.  Not sure why, but I do.  I start thinking about Piglet and what we were doing this time last year (trying on too many Halloween costumes and going to the pumpkin patch) and it

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Just a quick update about my appointment yesterday.  Let me preface this by saying that I *love* my OB.  In fact, we are friends outside of our dr./patient relationship.  So going to my OB appointments are also like catching up with a girlfriend.  From here on out, I'll refer to her as Dr. Adorable, because that's what she is, doll-like and adorable, but don't let that fool you, she is extremely

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My uncharacteristic silence probably has you all wondering if I've fallen into a porcelain bowl somewhere.  I'll admit, the likelihood is high, very high.  Higher than most skyscrapers in fact.  But that hasn't happened.  The closest I've come to falling in is having a drop of toilet water jump onto my cheek as a result of the violent er, deposit I just made.  Charming.  Really and truly.  The

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I'm a planner folks.  You all know this by now, or if not, you certainly will in the coming months. And some of you may call me brazen, you may say I am being overly optimistic or just plain stupid, but I have started to get ready for twins.  I've talked to my friends with twins about what I'm going to need.  I've asked them to hang on to some stuff for me.  I've even *gasp* BOUGHT a twin thing

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1. Never wear socks and sandals. Really. This also goes for hosiery with sandals. Just. Don't. *Post edit: My friend Summer pointed out that peep toes with opaque tights a la Anthropologie are really charming.  I agree.  Which is why this goes for sandals and not peep toes. :)*2. Always wash your feet before you go to bed, particularly if you've been traipsing around in flip flops all day.  

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Ten weeks!  Double digits! i wouldn't say this pregnancy is flying by but we're getting there.  To tell you the truth, what I'm really excited for is the arrival of 15 weeks.  In my head, 15 weeks is a mythical place where nausea and vomiting do not exist, where I know whether to buy pink or pull out all my bins of blue and where I can start being my normal, productive, tidy self again.  Five

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As you may know, I'm a *very* sentimental person.  Not to throw caution to the wind, but my gut tells me that the Twinks are really coming.  It's likely going to be a long road, and probably not without trials, but if I'm right, come March, we will be adding two little ones to our brood.  With this on my mind all the time, I've started to look at Piglet differently. Trying to imagine him as a big

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It's hard to believe, but today I had my last EVER appointment with Dr. Dreamy.  No more wands, no more blood draws, no more fancy waiting room with fridge full of bottled water.  We were there for our last ultrasound and thankfully, Les Twinkies looked gorgeous.  Truly identical, their hearts were beating at the exact same pace (170 bpm) and they are measuring the exact the same size (22.9mm).  

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Today a URL friend who has become an IRL friend got devastating news.  Her baby's heart stopped beating.  She was just released from her RE a few days ago, all was well. I AM OUTRAGED.  FURIOUS.  WITHOUT WORDS STRONG ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE HOW MAD I AM.  This woman and her husband are good, decent, hard working people.  They've endured several IVF cycles and suffered multiple losses because ALL THEY

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I'm nine weeks today!  Three more weeks until I can tell people I'm pregnant!  Oh wait. I already told everyone.  ;)  On my list of things to do:Call my awesome OB and make my first appointment and ask her a ton of questions about working with my MFMS.  She is going to love me for it. Stop puking seventeen times a day Feel better in six weeks. Until then, replenish the supply of plastic bags in

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Even though I've seen the ultrasounds, heard their heartbeats, felt all the increased pregnancy symptoms, I still cannot believe I am pregnant with twins.  I am dubious.Identical twins even?  Really?  WHAT? Dude.  Duuuuuuuude.I am infertile.  IN-FER-TILE.  And pretty profoundly so.  I have gimpy, cyst-ridden ovaries that don't make the best eggs or embryos. In fact, I should've lost lefty during

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While mentally preparing for my visit with the MFM today, I reminded myself that they would not be able to see a membrane yet.  Even if it was there, they would not be able to see it.  Not yet. My inner dialogue went something like this:Ok.  BREATHE.  So just hope to see heartbeats in the 120s and somewhat equal and accurate growth.  TWINKS - This is your mother.  When you are (hopefully) born

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It's been 14 days since I last/first saw Les Twinkies.Saw their primitive little forms.Their floating yolk sacs.Their beating hearts.Tomorrow I will see them again at my MFM appointment.And I'm not sure what I'm going to see.But I know what I'm hoping to see.What do you say, will you hope along with me?Please say yes.

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So as you know, my blog title is "Our adventures in parenthood."  And Piglet is hilariously staying very true to it.  A few recent examples for you...It rained and got pretty chilly here over the weekend.  No kidding, I woke up and said to myself "Oh, I guess it's November."  Piglet refused to wear a sunhat all summer and wouldn't let the hood on his sweatshirt touch his noggin either, so I

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Friday was my best friend's birthday.  It was also one week from the due date of her second baby.  To celebrate, I took her out for lunch at one of our favorite meeting places - The Ch.eesecake F.actory.   I walked up to her at the restaurant and immediately I could tell something was different.  I don't know what, but she just looked different...or something. We got seated and she said to me, "

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