~ Doggone Shame
This week saw the result of a very difficult decision. We decided to have our beloved dog Frankie move in with Aaron's mom. It was really hard to do it, but we think it's for the best. I was already having trouble walking him (we had dog-walkers for two days a week, but the other three were killing me), and it's only going to get tougher, especially now that the snow has arrived. If only he was the kind of dog that would content himself with playing in the backyard, but he insists on a walk. Sigh. But really, I think it's for the best. He's already jealous of Ella; I can't imagine how he'd be when he had to share the spotlight with two more babies. We just don't think we'd have the time to give him the attention he needs when we're trying to cope with two infants and a toddler. Frankie likes Aaron's mom (she's the one that watches him when we go out of town) and her house has lots of low windows to look out of (he loves that), so I'm sure he'll be fine, but it's still sad. I was worried about how Ella would react because she really loves him (of her first three words, one was "puppy" and another "woof-woof") but she doesn't seem to have noticed he's gone.
The other thing we did this week was buy and assemble Ella's big girl bed. We haven't let her sleep in it yet, because we haven't baby-proofed her room, but it should be ready by this weekend. Right now we're just letting her play on it and get used to it, and she seems to like it. I also have to buy some sheets for it, since we don't have any twin sheets in the house. I know it may seem a little early, but she's getting big for her crib (one day soon she's going to realize that she can climb out of it) and we want to have her moved well before the babies arrive so that she doesn't connect the two events.
Oh, and I got my IPS results this week. I ended up calling the doctor and found that everything came back normal. Yay. We weren't too worried this time around, but still, because of the first baby (which they think had Trisomy 18) we just wanted the reassurance that these babies were ok.
I've been feeling pretty good this week, aside from developing nasty heartburn. I swear, these kids must be so hairy. Seriously, though, it probably has more to do with the fact that I've been craving (and eating) greasy, fatty foods (like ribs, which I normally can't stand) than it does the babies. Oh well, nothing a truckload of Tums can't fix.
Aside from that I've just been biding my time, anxiously awaiting this week's ultrasound to find out whether the twins are boys or girls. Only two more days! I've done a couple of the gender predictor games online and they mostly say girls (although I'm not sure how things like belly-shape change for twins). Plus I'm mostly craving the same foods I did with Ella (sour fruits like oranges, pineapple, and lemons, and meat - lots of meat), but I know these things are all arbitrary. I just can't wait until Thursday. I figure at least one of the twins should cooperate with the ultrasound tech. I'm still really hoping for girls, but I know boys aren't the end of the world.
I'm also hoping to be able to finish my Christmas shopping on Thursday after the doctor's appointment. Aaron's going to take Ella to her 18-month check-up while I'm seeing the OB, so I was thinking of stopping by the mall on my way back - assuming I have the energy. It's been so long since I've been shopping without a baby in tow, I'm really looking forward to it. I think so long as I actually remember to bring some snacks to the doctor's this time I should be ok to go shopping afterwards.
Well, guess that's about it for this week. Until next week,