I'm Thinking Of Renaming This Blog I THINK I'M GONNA HURL

Here I am! I didn't mean to worry you. There is nothing new to report. Well. I take that back. There have been plenty of things to write about.

Like the fact that one of Joey's bottom teeth has suddenly begun to wiggle. He is so excited that his finger is constantly attacking that poor tooth trying to loosen it even more. It is pretty cute. And kinda gross. Get your fingers out of your face, kid!

Or the fact that Ben gave up his nuks last week without so much of whimper. This, the boy who had to have FIVE nuks in his bed at a time. The boy who would sleep with one nuk in each hand, one in his mouth, and two at his head in case he lost one in the night. The boy who would scream for an hour in the car if we forgot his nuk and he just happened to want to fall asleep. Suddenly, just like that, he decided to be a big boy. After all my plotting the possible ways to get him to give up his nuks. After thinking about calling on nuk fairies or even cutting the nuks up, I simply asked him if he could sleep without his nuks and he nodded his head. I set him in his crib for his nap and he talked himself to sleep. That night he asked for his nuk once, and then went to sleep without a peep when I told him they were gone. I am so stunned and so happy. And, a little sad.

Then there is Tommy who just picks up a pen and decides to write his name perfectly. Not only is he only three years old, but I haven't even shown him HOW to write his name yet. I know he sees his nametags at school all the time but they haven't really worked much on writing the letters yet. I tell ya, these boys are growing up OVERNIGHT. My little goldensbear. Getting sticker after sticker at school for hugging his classmate who was crying. For picking up a mess that someone else made. For running over to help a classmate who fell. Ah, my Tommy.

And Joey. He decided not to eat his special donut hole snack at school, and instead brought it home for me hoping it would help my sick tummy. He knows his mommy usually likes donuts. Smart boy. I was so touched. I asked him if he was sure he didn't want to eat it himself but he said, "Well, mom, I did have two bites but all of that sugar was starting to make me crazy." hehe

And it is not just me he tries to take care of. While I was trying to find a cart to stick Ben in as we were shopping in a department store Joey and Tommy were hanging behind me a bit. Suddenly I heard Joey yelling. "What did you just say to my brotter? What did you say? Don't you be mean to my brotter! Tommy, what did he just say to you?" I turned around to find Joey in some (bigger) kid's face. I called Joey over to me to find out that the boy (who was standing right next to his parents, thankyouverymuch) had said something mean to Tommy and was laughing at him. I looked over and the parents were even laughing (nice) so I did believe Joey's story. I tried to calm Joey down and let him know that it was great that he was protecting his brother but that he needs to maintain his temper. That it is not okay to yell at someone. That you must always be the one to act appropriately and take the high road. But I'm not afraid to admit to you all that my heart was really smiling as I lectured. I can't help but be really proud of that brotherly bond.

Yes. There is actually plenty to report. And each story could be a post of it's own. But honestly, all I can think to write about is this new life with nausea. It is craziness, I tell you. I would write more posts, but all they would be about is nausea. Seriously. That would get old very quickly.

I'm just not used to this. My last pregnancies were not like this. I had it very easy. There were certain foods that I couldn't eat, but I was never nauseous enough to think I was going to throw up, much less actually throw up! I have been shocked. I actually lost about 4 or 5 pounds now. I think I have every pregnancy symptom in the book. I am exhausted every second of the day, and I can't even drink coffee anymore. It tastes like metal to me. And tea doesn't taste much better. I have so much gas that no one is allowed to light a match around me. I'd probably blow up the house. Preparing food has become a herculean task with this nausea. I am an emotional freak. Even more so than usual. I spent an hour crying when I read the beginning part of New Moon and then I was depressed for the rest of the day. Even though I am so tired I have trouble sleeping at night. I toss and toss and toss and when I finally fall asleep I wake up frequently.

You know? This is exactly what I get. At my last doctor appointment I told my doctor that I was a little nervous that I didn't have any symptoms at all. I felt great, I'd told him. I should have known better. I should have kept my big trap shut! Ha!

And still, I love being pregnant. I love carrying around this little secret with me. This constant buddy. Thinking about this little person already having a personality and a soul is just such a miracle. So when Todd tires of seeing me feel so crappy day after day and tells me again how this is our last baby, it is no comfort to me at all. In fact, it makes me want to bawl. But then again, what doesn't?

And on a side note, does anyone know when you might start feeling movement if you are having twins? I mean, I know I have a ton of gas and everything but every once in a while I could SWEAR I feel movement. It doesn't feel like gas bubbles it feels like gentle tapping. I never felt movement with my boys until I was 20 weeks or later. I know it is way too early (11 weeks) and I'm completely crazy. But I'm just curious if you could feel something this early with twins. Just wondering. Plus, I like to freak Todd out. ;)