-I see the commercials for those “Your Baby Can READ!” things, and they make me laugh. Because when they would come on TV while I was pregnant, H and I would poke the belly and tell them to hurry up and get with the program and READ already. (well, it was funny to us…)
-Another funny thing I remember while pregnant:
I used to beg H to go up to the pharmacist at Target with me standing behind him in all my third-trimester-twin glory and ask for a recommendation of pregnancy test brands because he thought his wife might be pregnant. (um, again. Funny to us…)
-I *really* miss being pregnant. I’m one of those freakazoids who (except for the last couple of weeks or so) really liked being pregnant. It’s really too bad that we don’t want more kids.
-H brought home a cold this weekend. And I didn’t kill him. He’s lucky. (And not because he brought disease into our house– that was to be expected. If my blog wasn’t all hidden right now, I’d refer you to posts from late September for the last three years which all feature some illness or another, courtesy of Back To School time. It comes with the territory of working in a scholastic environment– but rather because he came dangerously close to abusing his “get out of baby duty” card. Not cool. Not cool at all.)
-And now, after coursing through the boys yesterday and today, I’ve got the scratchy throat, and exhaustion and burny eyes and drippy nose. H has declared that if I absolutely need it, he will come home early to assist with baby care, but this is only because we had an Almost-Fight on Sunday due to the aforementioned possible abuse of baby-duty card, at which point he declared that if I get sick, that I *do* in fact get the chance to play my own “Get Out Of Baby Duty” card. Yeah, right.
-I keep wanting to write about different things and having to censor myself, because WHO KNOWS who might be reading this. Certain topics are completely off-limits (H’s work environment being one of them…), which is too bad, because his job is not one of those jobs where you just work at it and it doesn’t affect your life outside of work. It’s a huge part of his identity, and thus has a huge impact on our lives (which means that it majorly impacts my life), but I cannot write about it, lest some FUCKFACE decide to try again to wreak havoc in our lives.
-We have our flight plans set for the Christmas holiday. I was serious before when I asked y’all to bring on the baby travel tips! Any “must-do”s or “must-not-do”s?
-The boys turn three months old tomorrow. That is pure insanity. Seriously.
-We have secured a sitter for my birthday at the end of this month (24th, ‘cos I know someone’s gonna ask…), and it will be the first time we have left the boys with a stranger. Back at the beginning of the semester, H sent an email to his advisees explaining why he wouldn’t be attending one of the advising week events, and included a picture of the boys. Two different students replied to that email saying that they would love to babysit for us, one of whom was a regular sitter for triplets back in her hometown. According to H, the girl who agreed to sit for us that day is quite mature, despite the fact that she’s a freshman. Is 18 too young to care for my three-month-olds? Our plan is to go out after the boys go down for the night, which is around 7:30 or 8:00, and to go to a restaurant close by. Good plan or bad? How much can we expect from a young sitter? Will she be able to get the boys back down to sleep if they wake up? They don’t have stranger anxiety yet, but will they freak out if they wake up and Mama’s not there to comfort them?
I just don’t know and I’m a little concerned about it, but I also know that if it works out well, then it’s something we can plan a bit more regularly so we can have a real date night. Fancy! (I don’t know why I think 18 is so young. I recall babysitting for an infant when I was TEN… That’s too young, I think!)
-I can’t believe I’m going to be 34 this year. MAN, that just feels OLD! I know it’s not old, but it feels so much older than 33. I’ll be in my MID-thirties, not my early-thirties…
-H informed me the other day that he was planning to submit a paper to a conference in May. For anonymity’s sake, I won’t say which conference, but only that it’s a HUGE one, and one that is almost completely unrelated to his field. Um, let’s say that H studies apples, and specifically, varieties of apples that grow in a certain area, and how those different varieties of apples are perceived among the people who live where those apples are grown. He doesn’t study how to cook with apples, or what makes his apples distinct genetically, or about the many uses of those apples– just whether people like those apples enough that the rarer variety will continue to be farmed or not based on how much people like or dislike one apple variety over another.
And this conference is a bread making conference, that happens to have a couple of slots for people who want to present papers on tea breads made from an ancient heirloom variety of apples. And H, having studied many of the varieties of apples that make up the lineage of his apples, and a few of the related apple offshoots, decides that he could probably come up with a good enough paper for an ancient-apple-tea-bread recipe, even though he doesn’t really study those kinds of apples, nor does he generally study apple recipes, and certainly doesn’t study bread recipes.
But, it’s a HUGE conference, and he claims it will look really good on his resume. He very quickly in passing mentioned that said conference is known to be one giant drunken hullabaloo (hey, that word almost rhymes with the city where the conference will take place…), trying hard to downplay that factor. BUT, I’m a clever wife, and while I know he will be *sort of* pursuing a career-related endeavor, I really get the feeling that he wants to attend this conference as a chance to “legally” (meaning work-related-so-wife-has-to-agree-to-let-me) get out of the house and cut loose.
And I know plenty of people who handle twins while their spouses travel often and work long hours, etc., but I’m guessing that in their case, work-related travel is actually more connected to their job than apples and bread are connected. Ultimately, he’ll go anyway, but I’m wondering if I should mark that one under my “you got to do this, so I get to do that” category. If it were purely work, I wouldn’t give it a second thought, but if he gets to go off to a massive party conference for a week, I think that should earn me a week-long trip elsewhere on my own at some point down the line…
Maybe I’m just being silly, but I’m freaked out about the prospect MONTHS from now of having to handle the twins on my own around the clock. Bedtimes, mealtimes, bathtimes, in-between-times… it makes my head spin thinking about it!
-The boys have started holding hands while they nurse. At first, I thought it was just random, but no. They actually reach out their hands for each other and squeeze each other’s hands while nursing. And yes, it is one of the most heartmeltingly cute things I’ve ever seen…
And that is all, I think.
What is going on in your world? Any advice/response to anything on my list?