Twenty five big ones

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 would say the last statement is the truest.

Getting back to the Twinks...

They have been gestating for 25 weeks! They are active and growing and their heartbeats are strong (I know this because I check every night, sometimes Piglet helps). Tell me that doesn't break your heart with sweetness. And were your heart not already broken by that admission, I would share that one of his top three favorite things to do right now is lift up the hem of my shirt, rub my belly, put his face next to it and plant a loud kiss near my bellybutton. Mmmmmmwah!

I SWEAR TO GOD.

And it's not like he's mimicking Mr. K either because Mr. K isn't quite that squishy and sentimental. He's more into making me eat lots of leafy greens and avocados and well anything that I can keep down. :)

So back to the Twinks, I could meet them anywhere between 10-12 weeks from now.

TEN TO TWELVE WEEKS PEOPLE.

And next week I will say NINE TO ELEVEN WEEKS.

And the week after that I will say...well you get the picture.

Soon both those numbers will be single digits.

We are closing in on the home stretch and I have started feathering my nest. Right now it's full of tiny white onesies and blue and white polka dotted sleepers for babies "Up to 7lbs."

There I go breaking your heart (and mine) again.

So you will forgive my cruelty (and keep reading!) tomorrow I will write about my hilarious and circular conversation with Mr. K about the car we need to buy in the next TEN TO TWELEVE WEEKS.

TEN TO TWELVE.

I just had to say it again.

P.S. I heard from Murgdan that it is International Blog Delurking Week! Wahooty! Remember my philosophy - to lurk is to love. But I would like to return your love (unrequited is soooo 1992) so pretty please if you read my blog, if you are entertained by my Piglet, if we inspire a little giggle from you now and then, leave a comment! It will thrill us to the very core. No, really.

Eek.

*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 since it arrived two weeks ago. There are many bags of Christmas presents waiting to be wrapped in the dining room too.  My laundry room is a disaster. Same goes for the playroom. And my closet.  And Piglet's new room.  Do not get me started on the state of our garage.

I hate that I can't physically lift some of the the things and put them in their rightful place.  The three boxes in the foyer and dining room are good examples of this. What are in the three giant boxes you might ask?

• Our new Valco Tri-Mode stroller that will be able to handle all THREE of our kids. 
  
• Piglet's sweet new drum shade light fixture for his sweet new room.
• Piglet's new nightstand in a manly shade of espresso.

I can usually spend all weekend +one day tackling the house and get it back into good working order.  But right now I just can't.  I'm soooooo freaking tired!  And today I did something weird to my back and pain is radiating from my neck to the small of my back.  Tis not good.  And then it hit me hard - physically, things are going to get a lot WORSE before they get better.  I've known this all along, but with my house feeling like the inside of a tornado right now, I am starting to stress the hell out.  

When will we move the bookshelf and glider out of the nursery so we can move in a futon and another crib?  

When am I going to have time to move all my old work clothes out of Piglet's new closet and make room for his stuff?  And then who will I have come install shelving and organizational stuff to make it as functional as the closet in the nursery?  And where in the world am I going to put all those work clothes?!  I'm not ready to part with all of them yet, but I also have nowhere to store them...

EEK!  

EEK!

EEK!

I am starting to really stress myself out.  I am usually the "project manager" at Maison Piglet, so unless I crack the whip, Mr. K is content to just hang out all day, playing with Piglet, running a few errands and napping.  Who could blame him?  Certainly not moi!  He works hard, really hard.  And I've become a big fan of napping myself.  The problem is, we NEED to get this stuff done and the sooner the better.  I am not getting any smaller or more mobile and God forbid, I get put on bedrest later on or something, I will go absolutely freaking APE knowing there are all these things still to be done.  

So today I called our handyman and scheduled to have him come and put up Piglet's sweet new drum shade light fixture and hang some shelves in there too.  

What can I say?

It's a start. 

PS - Thank you for all the awesome name suggestions.  Mr. K and are scheduled to have another name-choosing/debate session in a few days.  According to him, my "rapid fire" approach of asking if he likes this name or that name does not agree with his linear, nerdy demeanor. ;) 

Stockpiling

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 or two.  I went to an awesome resale event a few weeks ago and I could not resist some barely used, half-price things.  

Call me crazy.  

I'm okay with that.  Because if I'm not crazy now, I will definitely fit that bill come spring.  

I just have a very strong sense that Les Twinkies are here to stay.  They are not going anywhere. Every single day, all day, they make their presence known to me as I wonder if I will make it to my favorite house of porcelain for the umpteenth time.  

They are here to stay. They are strong, so strong. They are coming home some months from now.

And I'll be damned if I'm not as prepared as I can possibly be.  

Because that would be crazy, brazen and just plain stupid.