Archive for September, 2007

Anniversary and other ramblings

September 25, 2007 at 7:26 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

Hello All…

So the fast was OK, although I didn’t really fast. I had some food and drank when I felt the need.

It was just boring, but me and my husband spent some quality time together both reading in bed (I felt like Donna Reed). We never just sit and read- we’re more of a TV family. I don’t know why people knock tv as much as they do. I love the media, and I guess that’s why I work in the industry.

My poor husband had two teeth extracted yesterday- a wisdom tooth and the one right next to it. Yesterday he came home and the right side of his face was puffy- I told him to go to the dentist right away, which he did (after me convincing him for an hour) and that’s when he got the news the teeth had to go- an infection had spread in the teeth and was now spreading to his cheek- which could lead to his brain! I freaked out. So the teeth went, and they had to stitch him up. He didn’t go to school today because of the pain- he always goes to school. Poor baby.

On another note, yesterday I finally signed my lease for my new apt. And just in time- I currently have someone else living in my house- a mouse. Yes, I am yucked out. We put traps all over, but the mouse seems to avoid them! I’m not freaked out by mice, it’s there pellets that drive me insane. I saw a bunch on my night stand- how did it get up there?
So we are officially moving on Sunday. We hired some movers to help, since my husband cant do it alone (I obviously cant do anything). I am waiting to move, but I will miss my apartment. It was my first apt! I know we need the space for the little ladies. I just want to be settled already.

Today I bought pacifiers. I don’t know why, I just felt the need to. I was told the soothies are good so I picked up a two pack pink set. I know that I am not really supposed to buy anything for them yet, but it was a driving force that told me to do so. So I did.
I also took some tummy pics this week, but my tummy looks rough. I have my laparoscopy scars, and the scar tissue in my belly button that is popping out. I look like the bride of Frankenstein. But, alas- that was the card I was dealt- all the surgeries I underwent were just my fate. So yes, I shouldn’t be a bikini model- but my tummy shows my war scars that I am proud of.

I just cant believe that I am entering my third trimester- when I was TTC, every day and month that past felt like an eternity- but now that I am pregnant, the days just seem to be going by so quickly. I am so blessed and lucky and I will always be grateful. Always.

My girls are kicking up a storm lately (more Baby B than A). It’s cool but weird. When I lay on my left side, baby A kicks since her feet are on my left side. It seems like she doesn’t like it. When I lay on my right side, Baby B kicks at me because her feet are there- and she doesn’t like it either. I cant make everyone happy! It’s weird to be sharing a body with two others! I don’t mind eating for us all though.
Today I was told that as an employee of my company that I could choose free Halloween outfits for my kids (since we have a partnership with a costume company). Since my girls aren’t here yet , they will be here for Purim (which is the Jewish equivalent to Halloween where they get to dress up) which is in March. They will only be 3 months old, but I could not resist choosing these outfits for them (they come in newborn sizes):

My husband is freaked out by this one:Oh, today I interviewed a temp to take my place when I go on maternity leave. She was a friend’s temp in my company when she too went on maternity leave so I know shes good. She just doesn’t have a personality (which is great because then I will be missed). I hope my boss likes her (but not too much). I need someone who can fill in with a drop of a hat if I have to go on bed rest- so I hear that she is the one for that. I’ll let you know how that goes.

Today is my anniversary. I have been married for two years. I actually have been married for 3 years (we got married in city hall a year prior to our actual white dress/ family wedding so that my husband could get his necessary papers)- but our 400 person wedding was 2 years ago today.

My wedding day was beautiful; The hall, the weather, the food, the way I looked- it was all what I wanted. Of course until I was almost punched in my face by my cousin. Yes, lovely story.

My cousin was one of my best friends. He also happen to be my husband’s best friend (they grew up together and were like brothers). When me and my husband started dating, my cousin acted as though he was happy for us, but he wasn’t. I think it was too weird for him. So for some reason, he took his aggression out on me in a passive aggressive way. Of course, he never did it in front of my husband (who who was my boyfriend at the time). My husband would say that he didn’t want to get involved since we both had relationships with him. I understood.
A week before our wedding, my cousin seemed angry all the time and his attitude was getting worse. We were having a co-ed bachelor/bachelorette party and I was already at the location. My husband was getting a ride from my cousin and his new girlfriend. Apparently when my husband took a pit stop, my cousin had an argument with his girlfriend. Once they all arrived at the location, my cousin took my husband aside and said that he had just had a fight with his gf and that he would not be attending the event. This was his best friend. He just left. Now mind you, he was also our ride home (we lived an hour away). So not only did he not come to our party, he left us stranded. My husband started to see his true colors.

On my wedding day, half way through, I headed over with my maid of honor to do a change of dress. I walked in to my suite and saw my cousin doing something VERY unkosher to his girlfriend! Not only that- they were doing it on my veil! That was it.
I ran to call my husband. As we both walked to the suite, my cousin and his girlfriend were already dressed and outside the suite door. My husband looked at him and said “Are you not ashamed of yourself for doing this on our wedding day”?. My cousin in his drunken stupor replied “We were just having a little fun, whats the big deal”.
My husband always the peace maker asked him to leave. My cousin told his girlfriend to let his mom know that they were leaving. I looked at her and said “Yeah, get out”. My cousin did not like the tone I took with his girlfriend of 3 months, cursed profanities at me and came at me with fist raised! My husband saw this and grabbed my cousin and physically threw him out. Now mind you, we were lucky we didn’t have a crowd around us. Maybe 5 people saw this.
We have not heard from my cousin in two years. No apologies. He lost two of his best friends.
His punishment? I made a point to go around telling my entire family what happened that night. No one wanted to talk to him and his new girlfriend never steps foot in any one of my relatives houses because of it. I feel like it was a Jerry Springer moment- and mind you my family and my wedding were beautiful.

Unfortunately- that’s what I remember about my wedding day- crying hysterically at the end of it but faking a smile. There is a special place in hell for someone who ruins a wedding day.
Below are pictures of my beautiful, yet tainted wedding day two years ago. Unfortunately we cant celebrate because my husband is in pain… but my daughters are gestating and their presence in the world is gift enough.

The actual religous ceremony took place outside in the hall’s garden:

The food/ dancing etc was inside- it was very lounge like

Me attempting to dance….

Attempting to get drunk (I really should have)

Some pictures from a few hours prior to the ceremony…

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Tired

September 21, 2007 at 3:33 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

Ive thought a lot about what I asked in my last post and realized that I will go ahead and keep paying the money. I mean, it is only $1000 a year. There is no way I would donate them or destroy them until I have at least attempted another ivf down the road. But I would never donate them. That’s just my choice.

So tonight is the high holy Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. Basically, this is a day of judgement. This entails fasting from sundown to sundown the next day, not watching tv or surfing the net, or doing anything electrical , cant ride in cars… etc. Pretty much the only thing you can do is lay in bed and read and go to temple.

I have fasted every year since my bat mitzva (12 years old) and I was told by my doctor that I cannot fast this year- since I have two little ones in there. So I will be drinking some water and having a piece of bread here and there. A part of me feels guilty, but I know that I have to eat. I have no choice- this is for my children.

So, I will be laying in bed for 24 hours and reading a lot.

I have been feeling VERY VERY physically exhausted lately. My body hurts, it’s hard to walk. I know that it will get harder than this, but this is pretty hard (not that I’m complaining because in a few months I get to meet my daughters GD willing)! Plus, every time I lay down, I feel Baby B’s feet/ legs logged in my rib cage. It is not fun.

Yesterday I had sharp pains on the lower part of the left side of my belly. I called the doctor and he said that it was OK. He said the only reason I should worry is if:

a) I see blood

b) I have heavy menstrual cramp pains X1000

He added: “Don’t forget, your one month more than you are”- as in I am like a woman who is 27 weeks not 23. So, I will keep truckin’.

Every time I walk by someone at work they always ask “How are you feeling?”- and truthful it’s starting to bug me! That’s always the question! I mean, I know its coming from a good place- and I must have asked the same to the pregnant women I knew prior to my own pg- but hearing it about 100 times a day and answering is getting old.

So not much to report- just all around achy and tired.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend- whatever you do!

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Advice?

September 20, 2007 at 4:00 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

First of all- read about this ungreatful woman.

Ok, now I need some advice.

I had my remaining 6 embryo’s frozen in May when I had my 2 baby girl’s transfered to their temporary home (my tummy).

I thank GD that I have the BEST medical insurance ever which paid for the entire IVF cycle. 100%. And I have two more cycles that I can use free of charge. I know, I thank my stars every day. So I am thankful that the only out-of-pocket that I needed to pay for was the storage/freezing.

Now the first time cost was $1000. This covered initial storage and 6 months of freezing. Now, every six months, I need to pay $500 to keep them frozen. For us, this is costly (esp right now). But I cant bring myself to “destroy them”. I mean, Yes I have two more cycyles that my insurance will pay for. But does that mean that I have to go through all of this again if I do choose to destroy them? I would have to go through the retrieval, drugs etc? And who knows if a frozen cycle will even work? And how long can I freeze them for? I mean, I don’t think that I want to get pregnant again (If I am lucky to get pregnant again) until the twins are at least 4 or 5 years old.

So much to think about. I am writing about this because in the first week of October I need to give them an answer if they should go ahead and charge me for the $500 or the scary alternative. Any advice? Do you think that I should pay for another 1/2 year until my girls are born (just in case something GD forbid happens) and then decide… I don’t know. I am quite torn.

I mean if I were having one child, I would probably want to get on that horse and have another one 2 years later- but with two… its a different ball game. Anyway, that’s that.

Oh, I have a funny story to tell you.

When I was in for my retrieval, my husband was depositing his swimmers into a cup. As he screwed the cap on the cup, he held it up and said to it “See you later girls”. He told me this the day of the retrieval- and it slipped my mind until the other week when we found out we were having girls. I looked over to him and said-”Well you did say girls”

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People are Nuts & Rockin Blogger Awards

September 18, 2007 at 3:30 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

I had decided that I was not going to blog about riders on the public transportation system here in New York City, but yesterday’s incident took the cake!
Picture it Sisely 1904….
OK, not really- yesterday 6:30pm. I was on the bus coming home (after a 45 minute subway ride). I was sitting down and one stop away from home. I held on the the bars to my side to help me get up so that I could be prepared for the stop. As I was standing waiting for the bus to move, a woman jabs her elbow into my side. She doesn’t look at me so I figure it was a mistake. I was wrong.
I didn’t say anything. Suddenly she looks at the woman who is sitting in front of her and says “would you say you were sorry if you pushed someone?”. Then she proceeded to point in my direction (as I was directly behind her) and said “well, that woman pushed me and didn’t say anything”- referring to me!
What? I pushed her? I absolutely did not feel as though I had pushed her at all because if I would have I would have apologized!
I look at her in shock, after realizing the elbow jab was intentional, and said to her “So you jabbed your elbow into a pregnant woman on purpose?”. She looks back, then to my stomach, realizing that I was pregnant. Still no apologies.
Crazy/ Bitch Woman: “Well, you pushed me”.
Me: “I didn’t feel as though I had pushed you- have you ever been pregnant before?”
Crazy/ Bitch Woman: “That doesn’t matter”
Me: “Well it does because when you are pregnant your center of gravity is off- I didn’t even feel as though I had pushed you. I cant believe you would intentionally jab your elbow into a woman who is pregnant with multiples.”- meanwhile all this is happening with a crowd around us.
Crazy/ Bitch Woman: “Well, I got up for a pregnant woman on the subway today (as if she is now a saint)
you should apologize to me”
Me: After jabbing me? You are truly a classy woman. A class act
Crazy: “Well, at least I am not like you” (wonder what that meant)
Me: “Thanks GD for that”
I proceeded to get off the bus. I told my husband the story as I got home and started crying. I mean, how could someone be so mean, and jab me! I mean if I did push her- which I didn’t even feel- it was not a major push where someone would notice. And does that justify jabbing me in my side with her elbow? What kind of people are out there these days?
Sheesh.
On Friday I went to visit my best friend Franny at her mother’s house (since she was there for the holidays) . Franny has a one and a half year old boy, and a 4.5 month old girl. When her son was born we started TTC. But as the months progressed, and I wasn’t getting pregnant being around her was hard. What was harder- her getting pregnant again 3 months after he was born (she pulled a Britney). She held herself in such a wonderful way- trying to never ever make me feel bad. Always supporting me- through my surgery, unsuccessful rounds of chlomid, and ivf. When her daughter was born (May 11th) I found out I was pregnant. It was such a nice surprise that it turned out that way.
Anyway, her whole family was there and let me tell you there are a gaggle of children. Her brother has 4, Franny has the 2, and her sister has 5. No wonder I hated going there prior to my pregnancy.
So my point:
As I walked in, I saw a double stroller. In it lay Franny’s daughter and to her right, Franny’s nephew (around the same age 4 months). They both looked up from the stroller and smiled at me. My heart melted. That is what I will be staring at in a few months from now (GD willing). Two little babies smiling at me. I almost cried.
I know that it will be hard. I know. I am not convincing myself otherwise. But just seeing those two little smiling faces made me know that it is all well worth it. I am tearing up just thinking about it.
So Franny goes on to tell me that she thinks she may be pregnant again- yup. She stopped breastfeeding two months ago and still has not gotten her period. She was about to start BCP, but needed the go ahead by her Rabbi (In Judaism, you need to get approval to take BC). He did give it to her, but she couldn’t start taking them until she gets her period- which is a no show.
She was stressed out. She has these two little babies at home, is currently living in a tiny overcrowded apt while her new home gets renovated, and is a stay at home mom. Her husband does absolutely nothing to help her- when I say nothing, I mean nothing. He hardly agrees to change a diaper. He thinks its her job to do it all, and GD forgive me but sometimes I want to smack him. The last thing she needs is another crying baby.
I went and bought her a pregnancy test and she took it. It was negative. I was so relieved for her. Its funny how one woman’s negative poas is another woman’s salvation. She was happy. When I said that she must be relived, her husband (from the other room mind you) shouts “why should she be relieved?”. He doesn’t care to have more children. Of course he doesn’t- the man does nothing to help.
Those are my little stories for the day.
On a side note, everyone says that I don’t look big enough to be carrying twins. Do we need to look a certain way? But I assure them to give me a few more weeks before “I pop”.
Oh, and I am apparently the talk of the office.
I just ran into another pregnant woman on my office floor. We were both waiting for the elevator and we started talking. She said she is expecting a girl. I said I was expecting two. She said “Oh, your the one who’s having twins- Ive heard about you!”… not the first time Ive heard that.

Plus- I have not yet handed out Rockin’ Blogger awards as of yet, since I have been nominated by TopCat a few weeks ago. Here goes:


Topcat- She is on the top of my list. This woman is a recovering drug addict and alcoholic and counsels other women who are addicts. Topcat is married to a wonderful man and has a little boy (who was conceived naturally). When she decided to have more children, she was faced with secondary infertility. Along with that no one believed- including herself- that her husband had any swimmers left (after a bout with cancer and chemo). Boy was she wrong! After just undergoing ivf- TC is now pregnant!

Karen from Role Playing with Kids- K is a mother of an adorable little girl and twin boys. Karen was the first to predict that I was pregnant with twins when I was recounting my first pregnancy symptoms. Since she has gone on to give me so much valuable advice. K has been with her partner for 10 years (which is more than I can say for half the hetero couples that I know) and is a happy stay at home mom. I admire Karen for being true to herself and proving to all the nay-sayers that families come in all shapes!

Stacie from here storkey storkey- Stacie is currently pregnant with twin boys after going through IVF. She is my due date partner as we both underwent IVF at the same time, and both ended up with two little ones. Stacie is now on bed rest- which she finds difficult- but knows that it is all for a beautiful cause. She and her husband were high school sweethearts and will no doubt have a beautiful family.

Chas from Sugar & Ice- Chastity has a beautiful little girl! Her daughter was conceived through IVF . Chas is a teacher by trade but just left her job to be a stay at home mom (which is a lot harder than any other job). Chas always has amazing pictures to share and seems like such a happy young mother! I wish she lived closer!

Last but certainly not least:

Kirsten from Blonde Ambitions- Kirsten had two beautiful baby girls not long ago. Unfortunately they were born two months too early so the little ladies had to stay in the NICU for a while. Kirsten is just starting to find her groove as a first time mommy and has a wonderful family that surrounds her.

So many more ladies that deserve awards- but I do have to get back to work!

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Monday

September 17, 2007 at 8:29 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

Haven’t posted in a while.

I had a few days off of work and although I thought I would be moving during that time, that did not come to pass. I was told that I cannot move anything into my apartment until they conduct a lead test (which they are doing today) and wait a few days for the results.

So, I packed up a few boxes and my apt looks like a disaster area.

Ive been getting phone calls from a number that I don’t know for about a week now. The guy leaves me a message and addresses me by name, yet speaks in Russian. I do not speak Russian. It was very confusing.

Finally he gets a hold of me yesterday and starts speaking in Russian again. I say “hold up, I have no idea what your saying- I don’t speak Russian”. He apologizes and says hes a apt broker and that my landlord gave him my number. He wants to see my apartment. Of course, I don’t have to do this but I say fine, that he can come by tonight at 8pm. I get home and tell my husband and he brings up a valid question- Is this broker bringing clients?

So I call this guy today, and ask if he’s coming alone. He says no that he’s bring clients.

I inform him that this is very inconvenient and that he will have to wait until I move out. He said he wasn’t sure if he could postpone this couple and I inform him that it is not my problem and that he should have stated that he wanted to bring clients when we were on the phone. He was disappointed- but again, not my problem. I don’t want my apt looked at. I am still paying my rent- no one has the right to come by without my approval. I could care less if my landlords wont be happy- after all, they are doing nothing for me (not changing the bathroom, not waxing the hardwood floors) so why should I care?

If this guy has balls and comes by tonight unexpectedly, I am not answering my door.

On another note, I just spoke to a friend that I have not spoken with in months. She knew that I was going through IVF a few months ago but we just lost touch for a while. We were instant messaging each other today and she informed me that she is 14 weeks pregnant (with her first child). I was so happy for her. I know that if I were not pregnant, it would feel as though my heart was being stabbed. I then informed her that I too was pregnant with twins. She was so happy for me. She’s even going to my OBGYN.

Side note:

I have started feeling my little ladies kick for a while now. Baby A (Neve) is kicking up a storm while Baby B (Soleil) is more laid back. This is strange since it was the opposite for months. Each time we went to get a sono done, Baby B moved constantly while Baby A stayed laid back. Maybe I’m just not feeling B as much because of her position? Who knows. I do know that her feet like to reside in my rib cage from time to time- which is not fun!

Oh- turns out I had to return my dishwasher before I even brought it home since my new apt doesn’t have a dish washer hook up and doing so would require a lot of hard work and management approval. My husband was happy about the refund.

Speaking of my husband, yesterday he had to have some dental work done and he was in pain for most of the day. We had so much to accomplish and so I had to do most of it myself (I haven’t done anything by myself in months now since he insists on helping me do everything). I realized as he lay there on the bed out of commission that the man does a lot since I became pregnant. He pretty much does everything for us. I appreciate him.

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September 10, 2007 at 5:37 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

So on Saturday the painters started working on our new apartment. As renters, the landlords make sure the apartment is painted and fixed before anyone moves in. I figured this was an opportunity to throw some money at them and have them paint the colors that we chose.

My husband goes to talk to the painters to see how much they want for the job, and he returns angry. He says that they wanted $250 dollars. This is for the painting (the hall/ living room/ our bedroom/ and the girl’s room) and scraping as much as they could off the nursery wall. Seems as though we have beautiful popcorn adorning their bedroom walls. How much I loathe it. I was more worried about them scratching themselves on the wall. So I figure, $250 ain’t such a bad deal.

My husband on the other hand said that he could do it himself, yada yada, and that we could save the money. I somehow convinced him this was not a good idea. It would take him forever to paint it all by himself and then move all our furniture into the apt ( and I am not interested in it taking any time from his schoolwork). He agreed begrudgingly and so in order to save face (my husband’s) i walked to the apt and told them to go ahead and do it.

I chose colors that I liked- and you know what- it works!

I ran into the apt yesterday to see how far along they are, and our bedroom was done, and so is the hallway and living room. They were still scraping the nursery so I did not get to see the color. I was only there for a few seconds since the apt smelled like paint. We asked them to keep the borders white, which was not exactly what they did. They kept the bottoms white, but not the tops- and I noticed that instantly. No worries though- my husband said he would paint the borders for me.

On Thursday and Friday, we are hiring some workers to help us move. We should be moved in by the start of next week.

All in all, it’s starting to look like a nice apt. I always say paint can change any room. The bathroom will have to wait though.

Yesterday I went to buy a pair of comfortable shoes. I went to one of those special stores- and let me tell you, the shoes are UGLY. Of course at this point I could care less about appearance as I am now all about comfort (very unlike how I used to be!). I bought ugly, ugly shoes. They look like men’s shoes, but are not. At least they feel good.

I think that the idea of having two daughters has started to sink in for us. I mean, you must remember- all this time we thought we were having at least one boy so the thought of two girls was not even an option. This DOES NOT mean that we are unhappy. We were just thrown for a loop.

It’s funny hearing people’s reactions though. My favorite was my grandfathers… my mother told him and he says “Well, that’s ok”. We just know what everyone is thinking in our families, but who cares- these are our daughters and this is our family. Everyone can go lick themselves.

We are blessed to be pregnant after being IF. That is a blessing in itself. All we want are healthy babies- no matter what gender.

I try not to think too much about their health. I worry that something will be wrong with them. I guess every woman worries about that when she;s pregnant. My husband says I have to not worry and only worry if there is good reason. I know he’s right.

My next appointment is on 10/1 and I am having the beautiful sugar test. I don’t know what that entails but I hear its not fun.

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They Were All Wrong!

September 6, 2007 at 1:37 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

Ok ladies, I found out what the sexes of my children are.

Before I go into the story, here are some glamour shots of the dynamic duo:

They are both head down and healthy- which is the most important.
So this is what happens:
We walk into the sono room and I ask if it was the appointment when we find out the sexes. The woman said it was. I proceeded to get on the table, my husband took a seat and so we began.
First she checked BabyA. She did a developmental ultrasound to see how they were doing.
Now remember, we were told by a doctor at my NT screening at 13 weeks, that she believes Baby A was a girl, and Baby B was a boy.
Baby A, she begins to measure and my heart is beating in anticipation. I mean, since Baby B is most probably a boy (since doctor saw a penis at 13 weeks) I was waiting on finding out what Baby A was.
She asked us if we were ready. Of course we were ready.
Baby A: It’s a girl!
We were so happy!
Now on to Baby B….
Baby B is quite the athlete, it was hard to pin down a good shot.
Finally she asks us if we’re ready.
Baby B is……………………
A GIRL!
WHAT????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
No way.
The doctor saw a penis at 13 weeks. Maybe she saw an arm?
We were expecting either one of each or two boys, since you cant deny a penis.
We asked her to check again. She did.
She even took this butt shut from below to confirm:

Now, not sure if you can make out what your seeing, but it’s their little hiney’s. Notice how there is nothing between their legs. It’s black. Darkness. No penis in sight.

So that’s is- we’re having two girls!

Now, mind you I am still in a haze.

For months and months I thought I was having at least one boy. EVERYONE said that I was having one of each. The rabbi, my grandmother, the psychic…. were they all wrong? I guess they were.

But that still doesn’t mean that my mind frame can just change so quickly.

I mean now the worrying begins. The thing that I was most afraid of is having twins of the same sex. I was worried because I don’t want people to automatically compare them. What happens when one is brighter than the other academically, or one is better looking…. this can go on and on. I just don’t want all those issues for my kids you know? I am reading as much as I can now on the subject, but let me tell you- I am freaking out. I am also worried that I wont be a good mom to girls. I was never a girly-girl myself. I never had a sister. I think that I am a strong independent woman , so hopefully I will be a good strong role-model for them.

My husband was a little upset, I could tell. I mean, every man wants a boy especially when he is already having a girl. I think the dream of a little man on a dirt bike (my husband’s favorite sport) died that moment. I mean, he said he would take the girls out on the bikes. He was like “There are going to be tampons everywhere!”- and said that he will now need to purchase a shotgun to ward off the boys.

But I think it’s a cultural thing as well for us. Being Jewish, and Israeli, it’s kind of a big deal not to have a boy. For example, my husband has an uncle (dad’s brother) who had 4 girls. Him and his wife decided to give it “one last try” and so she got pregnant at 40. Another girl. The woman was so distraught- she wanted this for her husband. And so they now have 5 daughters- and all are amazing!

Anyway- I am up 28 pounds. Nice. That means I gained 12 pounds in 4 weeks. I’m like a body builder. The doctor said that was fine. I am healthy, cervix, and all. My girls (weird to say) are measuring perfectly.

I am now planning on changing our nursery color to a pastel purple. My husband is in to it. I want him to feel as though he has a say in this.

Lucky me though- I don’t need to find a boy’s name!

I already have two girls names down. I usually don’t like to share because people are not always responsive to names and try to convince you otherwise, but I know you guys wont- so here goes:

Soleil- Baby B (the rascal like mommy)

Neve- Baby A (the one that’s quiet like her daddy)

Anyway, with regards to the apt, the painter came by yesterday and said they were starting to work on our apt on Saturday and that if we want the apt painted our colors, we should have the paint ready on Sunday morning. Of course, we also have to “tip him” nicely. Still don’t know how much, but we’ll figure it out.

We also got a call last night from someone in our building and she was told by our landlord to come see the our apt just in case she wants it. They will come by tonight. She seemed nice- she is also Israeli and is married with a baby… but that’s one baby and it’s ok to fit them in our one bedroom. Hopefully they will be a nice young couple for us to get to know in the building- esp for my husband since he hasn’t really made any friends in the US yet. Plus they all speak the same language- so yeahy. Now that means I have to clean my house because apparently it’s on “the market”.

Anyway- post your thoughts.

xoxoxox

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Drama & Broken Cell phones

September 5, 2007 at 1:22 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

And my sweet dear husband finally snapped last night. I knew it was going to happen. He was being way too amazing since I got pregnant.

Last night at about 7:30pm, I lay in bed when the door bell rang. I had a feeling it was the building super. I was right. He had a woman with him and her young son. He asked if they could come in and see our apartment (guess they were interested in moving to the building and he told them that ours would be free soon). I was not happy about it because seriously my house was a hot mess (Socks on the floor, papers everywhere, a mattress in middle of my living room- another story in itself-… me not wearing a bra). I let him in because he was the one hooking us up with the other apartment and I couldn’t tell him no. I am still hoping he will change the ugly checkered floor in the bathroom for me.

Anyway I showed her around my disaster area while my husband spoke to the super. I then asked the super if he could change the bathroom floor. He asked what was wrong with it.. and I showed him my beautiful bathroom in comparison. He said “Well, what do you expect, we redid your bathroom two years ago, the bathroom in the new apt was redone 7 years ago”. The freaking landlord who I had spoken with last week had said that they had just done the ugly bathroom not too long ago. Is 7 years not long ago in his cheap-ass mind? So the super said he would try to change the floor.

He also said that we could sign the lease for the 1st but move in 2 weeks prior . That was nice of him. We cant move in until the painters paint the apt (which should be this week) and so we want to give them our paint colors so that we don’t have to go and paint right after them. Which means, off I go tonight after the doctor to buy paint….

But I digress from my husband having a breakdown.

After the super left my husband gets all stressed out saying that he isn’t even crazy about the new apartment and that it’s going to cost us more money per month/ year. I told him we were moving and that’s that- we had already spoken to the appropriate people, we even just had new potential tenants in our apt 2 minutes prior! What changed?

He is flipping out about our spending.

You know, the past few months we made some purchases: new furniture set (bec our old living room set consisted of a futon with a wooden body which is not very safe for children), leased an SUV (our sedan was totalled and we decided a big car would be smart), and now this apartment. I get it. I know that he’s stressed. We’re also currently saving money for all the things we’ll need for the babies and for the month that I will not be getting paid (I get 8 weeks paid, 4 weeks no pay). On a bright note, his dad did send us some money last month and so now our credit card bill is no longer ( and we are not planning on relying on that again).

So he flips out, screams, and flings his cell phone to the wall. He does that at least twice a year. The cell phone shattered into 20 pieces. Now mind you, he never throws anything at me. He just needs to vent his frustrations and flings whatever is in his direction no matter what or how expensive. I blame this on his family- they all do that! I was once having a conversation with his 19 year old sister about it and she was like “Yeah, that’s normal for us”- and I was like “No, it shouldn’t be!”. His dad did that all the time. I mean, that’s why my husband and his siblings do it. But that’s what scares me. If my husband witnessed his father doing it, and my husband does it sometimes as well (twice a year) than my kids will see and do the same. That sh*t is not going to fly with me (no pun intended). I grew up in a house that my father screamed but never ever ever broke things or used physical violence (his father, my grandfather was an abusive drunk and out of 9 kids, my father got the brunt of his wrath because he would protect his mother).
I mean my husband, he has gotten a lot better. When we first started dating, the breaking things happened a lot- constantly. I once bought a vase that I placed on the table, he broke it in a fit of rage. I then replaced it again- and you can imagine what happened to that one as well.
He has learnt to manage his anger and does it now twice a year (I can set a clock to him).
Anyway, he erupts and I left him alone (which is best when he is like that). I returned an hour later and we talked. He said he gets scared about finances and doesn’t want us to be in debt and have nothing in the bank. I said I understood but also pointed out that children cost money. Especially 2 children. The car, the apartment- it’s for them! So that we have space for our growing family. It’s not like the money is being spent on cruises and fur coats. We are a young couple with two babies on the way. No one expects us to be wealthy. With the new apt, car, children, child care- we will only be breaking even. But you know what- considering he’s in school full time that’s pretty darn good!

I don’t know, I was just VERY emotional last night after that fiasco. I could not stop crying. I woke up and my eyes were still burning this morning. We decided that the apartment is a must but that we cannot spend a dime over what we truly need.

On a brighter note- today may be the day. The day I will find out what my babies are boy, girl which mix? Cant wait. I will keep you all posted tomorrow- the sono woman better try hard. If not, I will throw a cell phone at her!

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Long Weekend

September 4, 2007 at 4:07 pm · Filed under Uncategorized

How was your weekend?

I had a beautiful 3 days off of work like many of you out there. Gotta love labor day (thank you chas for correcting me).

Did not do much these past few days other than rest. I couldn’t do anything else! I get winded so quickly. I attempted to go to the mall with the hubby on Saturday to look at a dishwasher. It was nice to spend some time with him because he usually works on Saturday’s and so we had a 3 day weekend together (and no one was killed because of it).

So we proceeded to go to the mall and let me tell you I almost hit my husband over the head with a hammer. We went to Se*ars to see dishwashers and of course after going there and debating, my husband said that he didn’t want to buy one. I almost killed him. You see, we currently live on the 3rd floor in a building and because of this cant have a dishwasher (would disturb the people below us). We are moving into our new 2 bedroom apt (with the *lovely* bathroom) probably on the 1st of the month, and can now officially get one! I was so excited! I have never had one before. Not in my parent’s home or my own. Doing dishes are my pet peeve. I usually clean the pots half-assed and my husband gets mad (then I proceed to tell him to do it himself- which he does). And then the thought of having a sink full of dishes accompanied by 16 dirty baby bottles came flooding into my head.

As we left the appliance section, my husband started looking at tools. He loves tools. I was so tired and angry that I just wanted to go home. I have never felt so tired from walking around (mind you it was only 20 minutes). I started to cry. On our way out of the store, we ran into a motherhood store and I picked up some more pants. I am quickly outgrowing my maternity pants. I am now officially a large. Wonderful. What will I be in a month?

Then yesterday I brought up the dishwasher discussion again. He said he didn’t want to spend the money (he is always so worried about money- esp with these two kiddies on the way). I told him that I needed this, and that I don’t think I can handle 2 crying babies with loads of dishes in my face. I proceeded to cry. I gave him valid points and he agreed. We went back to the store and bought it! Yeahy. It will make my life a bit easier.

I just seemed to be getting winded so quickly. I mean, I am only 5 months along and I cant stand up for a long period of time. I get so tired. My feet ache and my body hurts. I guess this is normal because of all this added weight and blood volume.

Oh on another note- I think I have started to feel them kick! It happened sporadically but I believe it’s them.

On Sunday night I lay in bed and felt something. I ran to my husband a few minutes later and he put his hands on my belly to try and feel them. Of course, you cant will it to happen so I didn’t think it would . Then after a few seconds, we both felt a kick! It was as if they knew their daddy was trying to feel them. It was so weird! Yesterday morning I also felt a little kicking and so did he. But sometimes I don’t know if it’s a kick or gas bec it doesn’t happen a lot.

I really hope it’s them because it gives me something less to worry about.

I have a OB appointment tomorrow! So excited! This time they should be able to tel the sex of the babies.. I am so nervous. I feel as though I am having a boy and a girl. The girl being baby A (closer to the cervix) and the boy being Baby B. My grandmother predicted twins prior to us knowing we were having twins and then said it was one of each (I am glad she knew she was having great-grandchildren before she passed away 2.5 months ago). My aunts feel that I am having one of each as well, and so did a Rabbi that my mother saw in Israel, and a psychic at work. Oh, and the doctor at the NT Scan said she thought it was one of each as well. So, we’ll have to wait and see. But a part of me believes that they are all right. I would be surprised if I was having 2 boys. Of course, as long as they are healthy, I am happy no matter what (of course we don’t have one name for a boy so that might pose a problem if we have two).

What do all of you think I’m having? Any feelings?

On a sad note, please please send some love and encouragment to Becks
She just had her second negative IVF transfer.

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