Delivered.

Internets, for a change, I was right.

One boy, one girl.

Not that I'm ecstatic or anything but, alas, I GET TO BUY PINK!

We're home. They're healthy. And it's hectic.

I ended up having an emergency c-section last week when one of the twins started losing amniotic fluid. They both weighed 5 pounds 11 ounces. Since then we've been in a fog. On a good night we get 3 hours of sleep. I spend at least 5 hours a day just nursing them while Sam dominates diaper duty.

I'm in awe how quickly my heart grew 2 sizes. They are just so incredibly perfect (especially between 7AM and 10PM - OY). I'm TRYING to savor the insanity. I know they'll be in kindergarten tomorrow and graduating from college next week.

I apologize for not posting sooner. It turns out 24 hours a day just isn't enough. I'm so thankful for each and every one of your e-mails and comments. I'll be back when I get 10 minutes or when they start school. Whichever comes first.


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My girl Cecily has PSF covered while I'm trying to figure this new gig out.

Deliver Me.

Me, 36 weeks pregnant with twins.

In case you can't tell (or are blind), I'm ready. I'm BEYOND ready.

Yesterday's ultrasound measured each twin at 6 pounds 3 ounces. Sleeping, sitting, standing, even breathing are officially becoming a physical impossibility.

One thing is for certain. Come hell or high water, they will make a debut soon. If they don't arrive in the next few days, my c-section is scheduled for late next week.

I'm anxious. I'm anxious for the delivery. I'm anxious for their health. I'm anxious to meet them. I'm anxious for Toddler to meet them. And I'm anxious to find out their genders. My Aunt recently died and her last words to me were "Oh, by the way, they're both girls". I'm still going with 1 boy, 1 girl. Sam's pulling for 2 more boys to neatly complete a golf foursome. So much for a consensus.

Alas, let the games begin.

Garden of Weedin'.

After talking with other twin parents, the advice we most often get (besides increasing our sense of humor and investing in good pair of ear plugs) is to simply learn to let go. Let cleaning slide, let dishes pile up and opt out of hobbies for a year.

So, Sam dropped out of all his golf leagues this summer. MONUMENTAL internets. I can't believe I actually even typed that.

I openly admit to not being a very good slider. I'd rather stay up late catching up then wake up early behind. But I'll try, partially because I know not what sleep deprivation torture awaits me.

But. I just can not quit YOU garden.

You are about to get neglected, weedy and very thirsty and I apologize.