1739 blah blah blah…twincakes

Saucy Scale: 8

Ok, it’s been 7 days since I last visited.   Which puts us at Hump Day in a rather busy week.

The Weekend…it rained and rained and rained.  Crazy amounts of rain.  The kids were cooped up in our house far too much.

Monday Night was the 2nd committee meeting for that stupid auction that I’m still co-chairing.  Ho hum.  I was rather blunt with my committee members, "I won’t be at the event.  I probably won’t even be a part of this committee after the first of the year".

The Director of the school has been MORE than supportive of me.  Last week we had a very candid conversation about how fracked out I am about every aspect of my life at the moment.  She clearly doesn’t want me to let something superfluous like this auction to add to my stress.  She was more than willing to take my plight to the school’s Parent Board, but I didn’t think it was politically smart to have The Director fight my battle, especially without giving my "boss" on the Parent Board a heads up about my situation.

Today I called my "boss" and laid it on the line for her.  Since the school’s Parent Board meets tomorrow night, I thought I better make sure she understands where I’m coming from.  She said she’d find me a co-chair to join the committee now and take over the committee once I step down in January.

Frankly, I can deal with that.

Tuesday Morning I met with a mom from our church who has 4 children (including a set of twin boys age 2).  We’ve never really had the opportunity to sit down and have much conversation before.  So, it was really nice to sit down and get to know eachother better.  We have MUCH more in common than we ever would’ve guessed.  And, she fed me.  Always a bonus.

That night I went to my first Mothers of Multiples (MOMs) group meeting.  The chicks were nice enough.  Since it was their first meeting of the year, they went around the room introducing themselves and saying a snippet about their kids.  I found it really curious that not one mom mentioned her spouse, but whatever.  There is a definite LINGO used by these chicks to describe their multiples (I wish I could recreate the tone of voice that they used, ’cause it was a hoot, almost like they were trying to one-up eachother via the kind of multiples they gave birth to).  It was all "I’m the mom of …"

• fraternal twin girls
• fraternal boy/girl twins
• identical blonde girls 
• triplet boys
• a singleton son and fraternal twin daughters
• (insert every other combo you can come up with)

Let’s face it, when these babies arrive, I will have 4 children under the age of 4.  Gus will be almost 4 & Mattson will be almost 2 years old when the babies are born.  I am more than a little bit scared about this.  I’m sure that it will all work out, but right now, I’m scared about the future.  That’s just the truth of where my head is at these days.

So, I expected these chicks to be supportive of me, right?  Then why did they respond to my "I found out 3 weeks ago today that I’m expecting twins & I also have a 3 year old and 18 month old sons" with a GASP! and some sort of, "oh wow, you’re gonna be busy!"  Seriously, bitches.  You should have a more positive response than the average clerk at the Piggly Wiggly!   Is my situation really that scary?  I mean, it’s scary to ME, but is it that horrific to the rest of you?

Today TBU & I had an appointment with the homebuilder for our first meeting to make some of our selections (siding, flooring, cabinets, etc.).  I had to find a sitter for the boys which was no small task.  It can be rather daunting to make all these decisions.  If you pick the wrong tile, and they use it to cover half the surface on the first floor, you are stuck with some ugly floors for a mighty long time. 

One of the added stresses in our life right now is that our home has to be on the market by next week Tuesday.  In an attempt to declutter and depersonalize our home, TBU has been working like a dog to pack up the extra "crap".  It’s a HUGE project.  I am not much help.  When I tried to go through some papers, it was enough to send me barfing.  So, TBU has taken over this project entirely.  As he fills boxes every evening, the boxes fill our Family Room.  I’ve got some pictures of The Great Wall of House Clutter, but you know I won’t get them downloaded until long after the stress of this process is over. 

TBU stopped and spoke with a realtor this afternoon (after our appointment with the homebuilder).  He wasn’t very pleased to learn a few things about recent home sales in our neighborhood.  Turns out the last 2 places like ours have gone for less than he was perviously led to believe. 

Since TBU is the Numbers Man in our household, he has a much deeper level of understanding of every aspect of our new home purchase.  That includes any potential implications that come with a lower selling price received from the sale our house.

Not to mention the fact that if our place doesn’t sell by November (because once Thanksgiving arrives) we are going to be dead in the water to get this place sold until after New Years.  Which adds to TBU’s pressure.  We have an agreement, however.  I will worry about housing the twins if he worries about housing the family.

So, cross your fingers and say a little prayer about the price we receive for this house, if you would be so kind.   

Tomorrow is a busy day for mama and the boys.  I drop Mattson at Parents Day Out at 9am.  (Oh crap, that means I need to pack him a lunch tonight!)  I need to run to the store and purchase a jug of milk.  Why?  Because I am the designated Snack Mom for Gusser’s nursery school.  Which also starts at 9am.  Guess what?  I’m not gonna be there on time.  As the Snack Mom, I am also required to stay and assist the teachers for the entire school day (9-11:30).  We’ll pick up Mattson a little bit early, grab something for Gusser to have for lunch…and get back to our house in time to meet with Grandpa J, who happens to be our designated babysitter tomorrow afternoon.

I guess I must’ve shamed him (or maybe Boogie did it too) about his unwillingness to help out with the boys, in our time of need.  Tomorrow TBU and I have an appointment with my OB. 

It isn’t our regularly scheduled appointment.  I made this appointment after I learned about the twins.  I just really felt that I needed to see MY OB & not just someone in the medical practice.  I want to ask my doctor 1,001 questions about the remainder of this pregnancy. 

• I’m not eating enough 
• I’m not drinking enough 
• I’m still barfing all the time 
• How often will my OB visits be? 
• How often will my ultrasounds be?  
• Will I get them at the hospital instead of the OB office? 
• blah blah blah…twincakes

I know that I’m freaked about the future, but understand…TBU & I could not be happier about the twins!!!   This belly of mine is already bulgy and full-o-baby2-goodness.  I can already tell that pants are going to become a very distressing situation eventually.  When that happens, I am fully prepared to live out the remainder of this pregnancy in my black velour sweats.  I am all glamour, baby!

Alrighty, time to take my 1/3 of a unisom and secure me some Zzzzzzzzz

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

1. My hubby is amazing.  He takes care of me.  He takes care of the boys.  He takes care of the big ugly numbers.  Thank you love.
2. My Gusser is a dear, sweet boy.  He is a very thoughtful boy.  And a smart little man. 
3. My Mattson is a goof.  He has zero fear.  He is a tank.  He will be the child giving us the most trouble in his teen years. 
4. Twincakes.  I can’t wait to find out what combination of boys and or girls you are.  *come on baby girls!* 
5. Baby Girl.  Today is our puppy’s 5th birthday.  Your breath is awful, but we love you.