So, Seven Months Later

I just signed on to do a quick post and I see that my last post was a 1-month-old picture. Hilarious.

So, what have I learned in the last seven months? Let's see, it's kind of hazy . . .

1. Lack of sleep will rob you of your desire to blog. The lack of sleep is the hardest part.

2. Fraternal twins are just siblings that are born at the same time. They are very different little people.

3. The cute really starts at about 3 months. Oddly enough, that is also when the father, at least in my experience, starts to actually adjust.

4. Parents of singletons are pansies. (Just kidding all you new parents of singletons that we know.)

5. There is Zantac for babies with acid reflux and it is safe and wonderful. Expensive, but safe and wonderful. (Oh, and Laryngomalacia really does go away on its own . . . eventually).

6. Babies like faces but do not understand the concept of gentle touches. Ouch.

7. Mothers are amazing creatures. At least, my wife is.

8. Don't get comfortable when they start only waking up once a night, they will regress a bit when they decide that they want company whenever they are conscious.

9. Feeding babies solid food is a cute, if messy and time-consuming process.

10. 8-month-olds think that dead moles are fun play toys.

Complication of Multiples Dodged II

Well, we dodged another one -- Preeclampsia, a high blood pressure condition. While not limited to multiple pregnancies, it is certainly more common with twins -- and it's no joke. My wife went for a check up and they found high blood pressure. Two days later, fortunately, her blood pressure had returned to normal and further testing came back negative, staving off early inducement. Even so, given that the kiddos weigh over 13 pounds total now, they are going to be born by a week from today whether they want to be or not.

This experience has reminded me exactly how tough my wife is, as are women in general. I think that I wrote in a prior post that the last two months of pregnancy are longer than the first seven. That is true for me and I am not even doing anything. My wife has to carry two ever-growing bowling balls in her stomach, deal with horrible heartburn, lose sleep due to hip and back pain, and deal with every other stranger on the street looking at her tummy and using some variation of, "Damn!" She's good natured and doesn't complain . . . much. If it were me, I would be lying in bed 24-7 in the fetal position whimpering.

Well, they are coming out by next Monday one way or the other. Then it will be time . . . time to take over the World . . . !