Answers and Winners

Turtlegirl wins partial credit with the following:

 “There’s a potential correct guess other than “you’re pregnant”? Congratulations!”

Congratulations to you, Cristi! If you want one of my patterns let me know which and I’ll send it to you.

Of course, full credit has to go to Jennifer for the correct (and insightful)

“You are pregnant with twins and are feeling tired and overwhelmed and are just getting over the shock? :)”

I’ll be sending you an email re: the Toy Bundle, Jennifer. Good eye!

Hmm. Those blockquotes should not be orange. Anyway, here is another pair of ultrasound images, this time from another angle and helpfully labeled by the radiology tech.

Twin A!

Twin A!

Twin B!

Twin B! They still look a bit like aliens, don’t they? Let me tell you, I was NOT expecting that. (The twins, not that they look like aliens. Believe me, I was expecting ONE baby to look like an alien at this point.) It’s still too early to know whether they are boys or girls, but we can tell that they are identical, which means that it’s one or the other.

Anyway. I went in for my first ultrasound about three weeks ago. The doctor poked around a little bit while I watched the screen, but then he kind of pulled up short with a puzzled expression and turned the display away from me. Then he poked around some more and the look on his face can only be expressed as, “Whoa, cool!” Of course, what he said (in a carefully neutral voice) was,

“Well, here’s something interesting.”

Of course, I’m freaking out (what’s wrong with my baby?!) and I said, “WHAT?” Then something about the suppressed grin on his face sparked a connection and I said, “Don’t say twins.”

He stopped trying to hold back the grin at that, and said, “Well, I won’t use that word, but there are two of them in there.”

Goody. An OB with a sense of humor.

Sigh. I kid. He’s a nice guy. Anyway, yes. I’ve been wiped out from nausea and fatigue even before I knew there were two – I’ve been pretty much constantly under the weather since March (when I had my wisdom teeth removed *wince*), actually. The twins are due around Thanksgiving, so I don’t see the rest of the year being much easier. In fact, I’m going to have to fly to another base for the last few months of the pregnancy, since our hospital here does not have a NICU or any neonatologists or perinatologists and they therefore categorically refuse to deliver twins. Which is understandable, since if there were complications all three of us could die, but it still STINKS.

So, um…anyone have gender neutral baby patterns to recommend?

Where Have I Been?

Why haven’t I been blogging? Here is a clue.

 

A clue, a clue!

Place your guesses in the comment section. Partial credit available (first partially correct answer wins the pattern of their choice). First complete correct answer is eligible to receive a free Toy Bundle! Please make a note if you would not like to receive the patterns, since I know that not everyone who reads this blog crochets…(fine print: make sure you leave a functional email address in the email field so I can contact you if you win.)

 Mom, no fair helping.

More Fun with the Peanut Gallery

So, day three of reef construction: our first school of fish.

Fishies!

Question. How many tiny fish can you cut out of one piece of orange construction paper? Answer. 52. Yeah. I think I need to buy a roll of double-sided tape. That would really make this whole endeavor easier, especially as we add more and more fish. Max has started asking for a blue whale; I need to see if I can convince him that they don’t inhabit reefs. I think it’s going to be a tough sale.

In other news, what do you do when the kids get antsy?

Yay!

Why, haul out a cardboard box, of course. My mom used to make the best cardboard box creations, from mazes to forts to whatever you call it when you cut out a hole for a face and draw something on the outside.

That's a humpback whale.

We took a trip to the Arts and Crafts store for some tempera paint and big brushes, and one painting blowout in the driveway (plus some drying time) later, we had something really fun.

Trapdoor in the top!

They had so much fun painting….obviously I did the crab and the whale, but those kids were not afraid to get their brushes dirty. (Only their fingers.)

Humpback whales are mammals.

We even made up a little song about the crab that Max thought was hilarious and Charlie thought was irritating. Charlie has to be in a specific mood to enjoy my singing, and apparently pretending to be a crab doesn’t cut it.

Pinch, pinch, pinch!

“Noooo, Mommy, stop singing.” 😛