March 2006

I had a last minute ultrasound yesterday, and much to my surprise, I’m carrying two little babes around. That makes my constant nausea more logical. Two little babies, two little heartbeats.

 Two cribs…. twice the diapers….. a minivan…… two car seats…. twice the clothing…… hmmm. Hubby and I were going to fly out to Washington in June, but that’s been cancelled – both due to my fear of flying while carrying twins and the fact that we need to save our pennies to get a minivan.

 I’m excited that our family will be complete after this. We told the boys at dinner last night. They were estatic, and went so far as to tell the bus boy that I’m carrying “babies”. Eldest asked how they would all fit on one school bus seat (he and younger ride together). I’m waiting for them to tell Bunny, their mom and hubby’s ex.

I’ve also determined that I need to quit my position as president of our homeowner’s association eventually. With one baby, I’d be fine. But I can’t put the energy and time into it with two. Right now, I’m wondering how long I’ll be able to volunteer for my stepsons’ classes twice a week while wondering if I’m going to start puking.

A friend gave me my first real maternity clothes today – they’re too large for her, but she figures I’ll fit with the twins. Oh, and names. We have to come up with extra names! My to do list is long, but luckily I have 8 more months to get it all complete.


I have this stray cat, Frodo, who my husband and I took in last summer. He is such a cool cat, and much better behaved than our other three. He’s also gorgeous with long fur, which is the problem. Frodo gets poopy. Nasty poop that hangs off his butt and that you can smell a mile away.

 Frodo is also very private about his butt. He can’t stand to have it cleaned and yowls a fighting cry, which causes the other cats to run in and attack. Since I’m now officially knocked up, I’m supposed to avoid cat poop. Hubby attempted to clean Frodo by himself. First he used a paper towel, which did no good. Then he got the brilliant idea to stick Frodo’s butt in some warm soapy water. Hubby screamed loud enough to wake the dead, and now has multiple gashes on his shoulders, arm, and hand. I finally wrapped the cat in a blanket and held him while Hubby trimmed the offensive clumps.

The whole job is nasty, and Frodo is so sensitive about his hind end – made for an awful end to the evening (especially since hubby got blood on the sheets and duvet cover).

Does anyone have experience in this area that they can share?