March 31, 2010

My own gravitational field

35 weeks, 2 days down.

4 weeks, 5 days to go.

I look like this:

And I feel like this:

And I've spent the last three days in the hospital.

I'll try to keep a long story short...I went into the hospital on Sunday for a CTG scan – they hook you up to a fetal monitor that traces the babies’ heartbeats and also checks for contractions. They became concerned because some contractions were showing up on the trace – I knew I was having them, but I hadn’t worried since they were so mild and so irregular (especially since these can last for weeks without meaning anything as long as they don't get worse).

They put me on nifedipine to stop the contractions and I spent the next couple of hours periodically hooked up to the CTG – things didn't settle down all the way, so they kept me in for observation and further monitoring and treatment for the next 2 nights, which was about as thrilling as you might imagine (mmm...hospital food...). By yesterday afternoon everything had smoothed out, and they released me with a prescription for more meds and instructions to do even less than I had been before, which basically means I can do...well, nothing, really. I don’t have to stay in bed, but I’m not allowed to do much else.

The part of all of this that has me upset is that they’ve also adjusted my due date. For some reason, the hospital has taken the original date – May 3 – and added five days to it. I asked three nurses and two doctors why this happened, and none of them could give me an answer beyond, “Well, that’s the date that it says here. Besides, five days isn’t that long.” Well maybe it’s not that long to THEM, but it is to me. My local hospital will only take births from 36 weeks onward – anything before that and I will be transferred to a different hospital that is a 45 minute drive away (and if they didn’t have space, I’d have to go to Sydney). So changing my due date means that in order to stay here, I have to hold on for another TWO weeks instead of one from this point...and frankly, at the moment that extra week looks stunningly difficult.

I’ve been steadily focused on April 5 (the day I hit 36 weeks, which is considered term for twins) for months; I haven't talked about things much here, but between carrying twins, getting gestational diabetes and having an insanely itchy PUPPP rash that covers half my body, this pregnancy has been very rough going. Having that date to count down to has meant a lot to me, so for someone to suddenly switch the goalposts is just...well, it’s very hard to deal with, even if it is only a week. I've cried over this more times than I want to admit - I just feel so disheartened at the moment.

Of course, the twins don't care about anyone's calendar and will show up whenever they feel like it - and since I don’t know if holding on for another two weeks is realistic at this stage, if we have to go to a different hospital, then that’s how it will have to be.

Wish us luck...

March 27, 2010

Witch hunt

Either someone at Adobe has sold their soul to the devil, or they've gotten into some serious witchcraft:

I suppose we could just go put all of their programmers on a scale and find the ones who weigh the same as a duck.

March 25, 2010

Done!

I'm feeling pretty excited today because the twins' nursery is officially finished! We kinda left it down to the wire, so it's a relief to have it done before they arrive.

Here's what the room looked like before:


There was nothing wrong with it per se, but it was a bit...boring.

Oh, and see those ugly ass DIY shelves that the previous owner installed? The ones conveniently located right inside the door, at prime head-whacking height? It took us the better part of an entire day to get those things off the wall, because instead of just screwing the brackets in place, the guy used these:

I don't even know what the hell these things are called. I'm guessing they're supposed to add extra security (for little shelves that would never have a heavy weight put on them???) by preventing the screws from being pulled from the wall, but it meant the shelf brackets were impossible to remove without tearing finger sized holes in the wall. Good times.

Anyway, let's move on...here's what the room looks like now:
What do you think? It's not fancy, but it's cheerful and happy and Ben is especially proud of the gigantic pirate ship decal, which was...interesting...to put up (I wish both it and the paint color photographed better with my little camera - the blue is lighter and brighter than it looks here).

Oh, and what do you think of the rocking chair? It was a freebie that I got from a generous friend, and we gave it a little facelift with some paint and new fabric:

Not bad, eh?

OK, pirate bebbehs. Bring it on. We're ready for you.

March 24, 2010

Microbes and towels and zombies, oh my!

Since we just spent and obscene amount of money on our pets' annual vaccinations, I'm consoling myself by window shopping at one of my favorite online stores. If you have nerdish tendencies, you need to visit thinkgeek, which carries things like...

...plush microbe toys...
I think the twins need these, don't you? I'm eyeing Mono - the cute purple one half hidden in the pile. 

...a Space Invaders cutting board...
I cannot begin to tell you how badly Ben wants this. Unfortunately, at $130, he can keep on wanting it.

...the most awesome towel ever...
Don't get it? Don't panic.

...and an entire section dedicated to Zombies and Bacon - and you all KNOW how I feel about those two things:


I could spend my life's savings here. If I had any left after the animals spent it all, anyway. *sigh*

March 20, 2010

Sneak peek

I've tried pretty hard to keep this blog from being All Baby All The Time (which is getting increasingly difficult now that the pirate bebbehs are mere weeks away from their debut), but I just have to get all attention whorey for a minute because the nursery is almost finished - we only have a few more things to do this week and we're officially done!

A little preview:

March 16, 2010

Three things on my mind

1. The minute I get these kids out and the gestational diabetes leaves, I am SO making these. Gawd they look good. And one of these, too. Sweet, heavenly, carby goodness. (OK well, maybe not the minute the wee pirates are born. I'll probably need like at least five. That's realistic, right?)

2. I'm currently entertaining myself in my copious laze-around-home time by watching the entirety of season one of Spongebob SquarePants. I should be ashamed, or claim it's for the bebbehs, but what the hell - Spongebob rules, people.

3. It's good to know I'm not the only one that avoids talking on the phone. (And while you're on that website, check out this, this and THIS.)

March 14, 2010

There's a new king in town

Last year, a friend who shares my love of all things geek recommended that I check out a documentary called The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. I was a bit skeptical when she told me the premise: two dudes battle it out to claim the world record high score for the arcade game Donkey Kong. I mean...come on. A film about freaking Donkey Kong? I'm not 12.


Things didn't improve much for the first 10 minutes of the movie. I have seen some over the top nerdery, but my jaw dropped watching these guys. My friend had to be kidding. The guys who were being interviewed were so...so......serious. You'd have thought they were discussing a revolutionary life saving cardiac surgery. But then something happened: I got hooked. By halfway through the film, I was leaning forward in my chair, waving my fist at the TV and screaming, "COME ON STEVE! YOU CAN'T LET THAT ASSHAT BILLY WIN! YOU CAN DO IT!!!!!" I may have even boogied around the living room when Steve finally beat Billy's high score into a pulp.

Since the documentary was made a few years ago, Billy Mitchell and Steve Wiebe have continued to battle it out and swapped places on the scoreboard (you can see the official scoresheet here)...at least until last week, when a plastic surgeon named Dr Hank Chien suddenly became the new world record holder. Now this we just cannot have. Let's go, Steve - IT'S TIME TO BRING IT.

March 12, 2010

Love me some Legos

I have a longstanding love affair with Legos - in fact, the little plastic dudes even made an appearance at our wedding:
So I'm all over these classic photos recreated with Legos (click the link for tons more, all from Flickr member Balakov):

Is it kind of weird that I'd love to put prints of these up in my house somewhere? My nerdiness knows no bounds.

March 8, 2010

Three random things I need

1. My very own personal library kit:

2. A crazy cat lady action figure. Just 'cause.



3. Mad scientist alphabet blocks. For the Oz Bebbehs, of course. Not that I'd play with them. For hours and hours on end. *coughcough*
(OK seriously though, how awesome are these blocks?!?)

March 4, 2010

FYI

Alice In Wonderland = the awesome. It's like being hit over the head repeatedly by a psychedelic teapot wielding maniac. But in a good way.
Viva la Burton! (And la Depp. And of course, la Cheshire Cat!)

Through the looking glass

We're going to see this tonight:

I am UNBELIEVABLY excited! Tim Burton, Johnny Depp and a re-imagining of the most cracked out children's story ever written...I may actually implode from the sheer fabulosity.

March 1, 2010

I am the walrus


31 weeks down.

9 weeks to go. (Or, if we're being realistic, more like 5-6 weeks. Thank god.)

I know this shot looks similar to the last one four weeks ago, but I swear the Oz Bebbehs have gotten bigger. See?

It may not look like much, but trust me, I'm feeling every inch, every millimeter, that these kids grow.

No blimps or fertility idols this time. Nope, today I feel more like this:


Tres sexy, no?
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