Latest 3D Baby Pics

OK. So these are way better than the last 3D pictures we got way back in, oh probably March.

You can actually see each of their faces, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, etc. Who do you think they look like?

Baby A has his right arm up with his hand over his eye, so you can only really see half of his face. Do you think they look alike? I think their noses are different, but I am sure it is just the angle, right?

They look like real babies now. Plump even. How cool is that?

It's The Final Countdown...

Oh yeah!!!!!

That was a top 10 single in 1986 - according to Wikipedia.

Well - I feel like I have just entered it.

On Thursday evening I thought I had gone into premature labor. The staff at my Dr.'s office thought so too. They hooked me up to monitors and did all sorts of little tests to make sure I wasn't. 2 hours later we were sure it wasn't my water that had broken (I know, iew).

While I was hooked up to machines at the Dr.'s office, Ernie was across the street from our house at the hospital meeting with a bunch of pediatricians. He was the good daddy-to-be and asked about a million questions in front of a half dozen other expecting couples; how long do you recommend breast feeding, how do you feel about circumcision, what if the babies are premature, etc. He was the only man there without a pregnant wife.

This may have caused a few odd stares, I'm not sure.

Anyway, he liked the Docs and we have decided to go with them. We can walk to the office from home, and they will put off the MMR vaccination until the kids are 3 years old if we choose. So that was cool by us.

Oh, the album cover art? I guess I am just on a Hair Metal kick these days. Nostalgia before I give up my youth to become a mom?

Could be but maybe not. The song just popped into my head and I couldn't help myself but to look it up. So shoot me.

Now we are in the 10 week countdown. 10 weeks and these boys will be ready to join the family for real.

Ten weeks.

Ten is not a lot. Not a lot of weeks at all.

Next weekend we are going to a wedding.

Then there will be only 9 weeks...

The following weekend Krista's baby is due.

Then there will be only 8 weeks...

8 weeks is two months. That's not a lot of months...

Five weeks from now our new windows will arrive.

Then there will only be 5 weeks.

Why do we need windows? Well, we thought it would be a good idea to replace the 100 year old drafty ones in the babies' room before we put them to sleep in there over the winter. Here is what their room looks like right now...















Yes, we need to paint, too.

Are you beginning to see why I feel like we are running out of time?

My belly is getting so huge that I don't know if I will even be able to paint the room (but don't ask me to post any more belly pics, I would rather you all remember me the way I was way back at 17 weeks). And if you ever saw a paint job done by Ernie (or heard him complain while painting a room) you would understand why this prospect frightens me so.

The cats are getting ready. They know big changes are around the corner.












Ernie is freaking out at the sheer amount of baby gear we now have littering up our diningroom (waiting for it's place to live). Don't get me wrong, it is all AWESOME and I can't wait to use it all - but the babies aren't even here and their stuff is over-running the house. We have no idea how much stuff one baby needs, let alone two...















I remember when this was all a dream that we never thought would come true. And now here we are. 10 weeks to go. And waiting for two (a rhyme, I know).

Wow.

So maybe it isn't REALLY the final countdown. I suppose I should save that moniker for the last week or something. But it all feels so real now, and I wonder every morning how I could have possibly gotten bigger since the night before. So it feels to me like I am in the home stretch.

I feel truly lucky, no matter how much I complain about my giant feet or my aching back, or the lack of sleep, or the shooting pain in my hips, or the lack of clothes now that all of the maternity stuff is too tight, shoes don't fit, and it's so so hot......

My Feet

Look like this (according to my adoring husband).

Yes. My feet look like giant, swollen Monty Python feet. I am ready to step on some heads (most likely those belonging to my kitties, poor things). Don't know if there's a damn thing I can do about it either.

At work I prop my feet up on the garbage can beneath my desk. Not the most comfortable arrangement but I figure it's got to help at least a little bit right?

They say to help relieve swelling you need to drink tons of water. Well, if I drink any more water in a day I will have to move my desk into the loo. Not sure how well that would go over. I mean, I have only been at my job for two weeks, it may be premature to ask for relocation.

So I sit with ever-expanding feet. Not to mention big round ankles. Oh yes, it is sexy. And all I can think of is the fact that I have three more months to go. This is only the beginning...how far can this take me I wonder? I am getting a little bit frightened.

I think my days of having that cute pregnant look are over. I went to the Chiropractor yesterday and she said "I thought you said you were 6 months?" and I was like "Yeah, with TWINS". She just looked at me with compassion in her eyes and let out a low "ohhhhh yeahhhhh." *sigh*...what's a girl to do?

The good news is that Baby A and Baby B weigh almost 2 pounds a piece and are growing perfectly. So I guess this all counts for something afterall. I try my best not to complain but am not succeeding (ask my husband). I don't mean to sound ungrateful, and if I were feeling this way in oh say month 8 or 9 I would probably suck it up. What gets me is that I still have so far to go and at this stage the end is not in sight for me.

So if you see a giant foot headed your way, it's just me out for a stroll. I will try my best not to stomp on your noggin but hey, I can't make any promises.

Almost Like Where's Waldo

But instead, try to find me in this video from 1990 (maybe it was 1989??). My friends Jennifer and Lisa are also here somewhere.

We shot this at the Angel Orensanz Foundation on the Lower East Side, back in the days when it was scary down there. We watched Headbangers Ball on MTV every Saturday night for a year and never saw this video. Jennifer does one search on YouTube 15 years later and Voila....Enjoy the hair.

Babies, Babies Everywhere

Today we celebrated Melissa's expectant status at Camp Hilltop. It was so good to see her, home from Switzerland for a couple of months. She is due about one week before me, with one baby. It seems everywhere I look there is another pregnant belly. I think this is the baby boom of '06!



Three preggos all in a row...











Back to Back...















Belly to Belly!