Josh and I have two babies now. Crazy, huh?
Wear protection, kids.
So here's what you've missed in two weeks.
I showed up at the hospital in my fat suit on December 21st at 9pm.
My feet were huge. Trust me.
The next day by 3pm, I was ready to push. An hour of hell later, I was ready for a c-section!
And guess what, the hospital was giving out double the presents!
So here's some fun stuff that has happened in the 2 weeks I've been offline:
Baby Girl has spit up the equivalent of 4,000 bottles.
Baby Boy has peed across the entire kitchen, his nursery, my hand, his outfit, the doctor's table...
Baby Boy farts like he's in a competition. And he wins. Every time.
I have lost 30 pounds.
My boobs are the size of a house. Like an NBA all-star's mansion.
2 umbilical cords fell off yesterday. They looked like snails.
We've done 3,278 loads of laundry.
I cried. I laughed. I didn't pee my pants.
I wear maxi pads like a 12 year old girl afraid of tampons.
I ate sugar. Lots of it. See ya' later gestational diabetes.
I tried on my old jeans. Then I put on my maternity jeans.
I admired my svelte ankles.
I caught baby poop in my hands.
I realized for the millionth time that I have the best husband in the world.
Josh probably questioned his wife's sanity for the millionth time since I became pregnant.
I ate turkey and salami for breakfast because it was there. And easy.
I fell in love.