My Muffin Top is All That

People always say that your pregnancy will be like your mother's pregnancy. It may be that I had twins and my mother never did, but my pregnancy was not at all like my mothers. Neither is my post. We have a video of our family at an air show and my mom is sitting on the side walk with three of us running around her and my 6 month old sister sitting in a stroller next to her. She's wearing short shorts and a belly shirt. No stretch marks, no stretched skin... nothing.

This what's strange to me... I act like my mother, I talk like my mother, I even see my reflection in windows and wonder, "What's my mom doing here?" Then I realize it's me. Four months now and having babies has made my weight fluctuate almost on a weekly basis. I have NEVER had this problem before and didn't expect it to hit until I turned 40, to be honest. In fact, before I was pregnant, I expected that once I did have babies, I wouldn't get stretch marks (my mother didn't), and I would be able to work out (I can't), and just snap back within a month.

Like I have said in previous posts... there is no way you can prepare yourself for having babies.

You know, really I guess I can't complain. I'm taller so extra weight is distributed pretty evenly and not really noticeable to the untrained eye. The trained eye, though, would see that my shape wear cami doesn't adequately squeeze down the folds of fatty saggy skin oozing out of the waist band of my jeans. They don't see how my butt sags too... How did that happen? There was never anything there to sag!

I guess I could just buy myself some hands weights and a video and work out at home. But who wants to do that when they could sit at home watching episodes of 30 Rock, eating chocolate chips, changing diapers, and drinking caramel flavored coffee?

Change

Apparently it's been a while. We've had our children, we've partially finished our house, and we moved in just in the nick of time. Literally. We moved in, a couple days later (boxes still COVERING our house and no running water) I went to my check up thinking I still had one week to go and the nurse says, "Are you ready to have your babies tomorrow?" Yeah. My c-section was rescheduled. I called my husband and told him to not freak out or anything but he needs to get water in the house NOW. I immediately went home and my family came over and unpacked ALL our boxes, my husband got the water working, I got everything ready to go have some babies. After a fitful sleep, at 4:30 I woke up because I had to be checked in by 6. And we didn't even get to bed until 11 that night. By 9:15 am my husband and I had our lives take a huge turn because our twinnies were born.

This is Summer and Isla.

5.11 & 5.9

Now they're four months old, screeching, cooing, rolling, smiling, and lots of fun.

In the same order:

Aren't they dolls? It's amazing to me how different they are at such a young age. Summer is the pistol and Isla is calm and not easily ruffled. Summer fights sleep with all that's within her until the very end and Isla welcomes sleep any time any where. Just give her a paci and a soft blanket.

I can't tell you how many people have told me, "I wish I had twins," with a whimsical, far off look in their eye. I was recently talking to another mother of twins and we both laughed as we said that those people have nooo idea. Twins is like a whole other level of hard that you can't even prepare for. And I pray to God that I never ever have triplets. I feel like I ride on the edge of going crazy almost on a daily basis. And they're only four months old. I've only just recently been able to wrap my brain around how to get them on a schedule. I've had to give myself goals to be able to accomplish with out help like, taking a shower (three weeks, check), doing laundry (two months, check), and I still have to bring people to help me take them to doctor appointments. I finally got my babies to go to sleep by 10 and now I'm stuck on their 2 am schedule. Part of me can't wait for when they're older and the other part does NOT look forward to teething and crawling. My mother in law said it in my favorite way, "Herding cats."

After all that, I love having kids. I always knew I would. It's been hard and not at all how I planned, but I love these girls and how they've changed us. I love having my own house that I can do whatever I want to. Now I just have to find the time and figure out how to hang things without ruining my brand new walls.