Almost forgot had a good quote of the day while we were finding out the sex:
Abby's looking at the printout of one of the girls:
"They do. They look like something from Aliens versus Predator. Like... If they bred, they'd have this."
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Little Women
Three of them.
I'm going to be behind enemy lines, with no backup.
I'm really excited, because I get to dress the little girls up in pretty dresses and pig-tails, but I still don't understand fully grown women. How am I supposed to comprehend the complex emotions, desires and needs of immature ones?
I mean, just imagine: 2 girls bringing over prom dates. Am I supposed to wait for both of them to show before I do the shotgun cleaning bit, "Do you know what justifiable homicide is?" Do I have to do it twice? How do I make it perfectly clear to them that I was once a high school male; and I know what he's hoping will happen, but it won't, oh god I hope it won't. I wouldn't be mad, just disappointed.
Do I handle upset little girls the same way I pacify all of Abby's complaints: "Yes. I'm sorry. I love you."
Am I responsible for trying to convey how utterly clueless, stupid and irresponsible young men are? I'm married to a woman, and I still don't think she fully grasps the depths of my dumbness.
How the hell are we supposed to pay for 2 weddings when the time comes?
There are a few upsides:
1. If they look anything like their mother, they'll be beautiful
2. They'll be surrounded with unconditional love, which tends to raise better people
3. They'll have a built in best girlfriend support system
4. I get to buy them cute dresses and make them into daddies girls
5. I won't have to try to teach little boys how completely silly and irrational girls are
I'm going to be behind enemy lines, with no backup.
I'm really excited, because I get to dress the little girls up in pretty dresses and pig-tails, but I still don't understand fully grown women. How am I supposed to comprehend the complex emotions, desires and needs of immature ones?
I mean, just imagine: 2 girls bringing over prom dates. Am I supposed to wait for both of them to show before I do the shotgun cleaning bit, "Do you know what justifiable homicide is?" Do I have to do it twice? How do I make it perfectly clear to them that I was once a high school male; and I know what he's hoping will happen, but it won't, oh god I hope it won't. I wouldn't be mad, just disappointed.
Do I handle upset little girls the same way I pacify all of Abby's complaints: "Yes. I'm sorry. I love you."
Am I responsible for trying to convey how utterly clueless, stupid and irresponsible young men are? I'm married to a woman, and I still don't think she fully grasps the depths of my dumbness.
How the hell are we supposed to pay for 2 weddings when the time comes?
There are a few upsides:
1. If they look anything like their mother, they'll be beautiful
2. They'll be surrounded with unconditional love, which tends to raise better people
3. They'll have a built in best girlfriend support system
4. I get to buy them cute dresses and make them into daddies girls
5. I won't have to try to teach little boys how completely silly and irrational girls are
Monday, July 26, 2010
Cooler Heads
We spent the weekend being pretty darn productive. I worked a lot over the weekend, and Abby took the chance to relax in the cool house. Saturday was the second of the weddings. Abby's dress was a purple and gray poofy dress that was just a little too short and apparently made of wrinkle-magnets.
It was an outdoor wedding and we were sitting on the patio for dinner. Tables 5 and 6 were the "Young, Married, Rowdy Tables" and as such, we were banished to outdoors while the old fogies spent the night inside. Wine flowed and the food was delicious. Sadly, Abby still isn't eating much more than Red Robin kids' grilled cheese sandwiches and ice cream. She did eat all of my mashed potatoes though.
Midway through dinner I realized I was a bit tipsy and was informed of such by a stiff elbow to the ribs. Message received: "Remove foot, close mouth."
Sunday we picked up a new computer and a video camera to document babies and dogs and other things Des finds amusing. ooh, I wonder if it has capabilities for stop motion... if so, I totally have a new hobby.
It was an outdoor wedding and we were sitting on the patio for dinner. Tables 5 and 6 were the "Young, Married, Rowdy Tables" and as such, we were banished to outdoors while the old fogies spent the night inside. Wine flowed and the food was delicious. Sadly, Abby still isn't eating much more than Red Robin kids' grilled cheese sandwiches and ice cream. She did eat all of my mashed potatoes though.
Midway through dinner I realized I was a bit tipsy and was informed of such by a stiff elbow to the ribs. Message received: "Remove foot, close mouth."
Sunday we picked up a new computer and a video camera to document babies and dogs and other things Des finds amusing. ooh, I wonder if it has capabilities for stop motion... if so, I totally have a new hobby.
Monday, July 19, 2010
One wedding down
The Hurley wedding was beautiful, there was a party barn, a hummer limo and meat cooked using stick-based cooking methods. That's pretty tough to beat.
I may be biased, but I though Abby was absolutely radiant. She had an elegant black dress that fit well and showed just enough pregnant side-boob to peak the interest, but modest enough to avoid showing up the bride. As expected, we had to answer some of the same questions a few times, and re-tell a couple stories to different groups of friends' parents.
How did you get pregnant?
-The usual way.
Are they boys or Girls?
-if you asked Schrodinger, it's both right now.
What was that term you used?
-"We pulled the goalie."
Oh, a Christmas baby!
-You bet, we'll gladly accept help as a gift.
It was a good introduction to wedding season, as we have a few more this summer, and she's going to keep getting more pregnant.
I may be biased, but I though Abby was absolutely radiant. She had an elegant black dress that fit well and showed just enough pregnant side-boob to peak the interest, but modest enough to avoid showing up the bride. As expected, we had to answer some of the same questions a few times, and re-tell a couple stories to different groups of friends' parents.
How did you get pregnant?
-The usual way.
Are they boys or Girls?
-if you asked Schrodinger, it's both right now.
What was that term you used?
-"We pulled the goalie."
Oh, a Christmas baby!
-You bet, we'll gladly accept help as a gift.
It was a good introduction to wedding season, as we have a few more this summer, and she's going to keep getting more pregnant.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wedding Bound
The second of my group of friends is about to tie the knot. Abby and I are heading over for the cerremony and the reception. It's going to be interesting, I think this is the first big social event Abby's packing midgets for.
As a result:
Des = Drinker
Abby = Designated Driver
I've also been informed that if I want it to work out that way, I'm going to have to be ready to go about 1 hour into the reception. Otherwise:
Des = Drinker, then finding a cab to the hotel
Abby = Disgruntled to be woken up at 12:30, after heading to the hotel for a bath and early bed.
Then she'll be all like, "Sleep on the floor, you're breath smells horrible...oh my god...did you just fart?"
And I'll be all like, "Maybe, what's it to you?"
And she'll totally be like, "Oh, sweet sassy molassy Des, you're so hot and I'm so glad I chose you to father my children! Now bring that wine scented cummerbund-ed butt over here."
Yeah, I can't see that conversation going any other way.
As a result:
Des = Drinker
Abby = Designated Driver
I've also been informed that if I want it to work out that way, I'm going to have to be ready to go about 1 hour into the reception. Otherwise:
Des = Drinker, then finding a cab to the hotel
Abby = Disgruntled to be woken up at 12:30, after heading to the hotel for a bath and early bed.
Then she'll be all like, "Sleep on the floor, you're breath smells horrible...oh my god...did you just fart?"
And I'll be all like, "Maybe, what's it to you?"
And she'll totally be like, "Oh, sweet sassy molassy Des, you're so hot and I'm so glad I chose you to father my children! Now bring that wine scented cummerbund-ed butt over here."
Yeah, I can't see that conversation going any other way.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Ups and Downs
Up: "I think we've got a kicker"
Down: "...Or it could be gas"
Up: "The weather is great, so we'll end the day on a boat."
Down: "I feel like I've been hit by a truck"
Up: "I never thought Doc (the dog) would be the chill relaxed one."
Down: "STOP LICKING!" @ 3:15AM
Up:"Have a good day at work."-Des
Down: "I want to stay home" -Abby
Down: "...Or it could be gas"
Up: "The weather is great, so we'll end the day on a boat."
Down: "I feel like I've been hit by a truck"
Up: "I never thought Doc (the dog) would be the chill relaxed one."
Down: "STOP LICKING!" @ 3:15AM
Up:"Have a good day at work."-Des
Down: "I want to stay home" -Abby
Friday, July 9, 2010
The magic 12th Week
No magic yet.
Morning sickness has transitioned to evening sickness, and the cravings have shifted from mac and cheese to Red Robin's Southwest Fiesta Salad.
Yesterday was incredibly sunny and Abby woke up thinking she had pinkeye. The combination formed a perfect storm of calling in sick and lounging in the deliciously smothering heat in our house. As we were eating dinner, she lamented the inability to enjoy a few coronas while enjoying the sun.
I got stung by two bees while trying to mow the lawn, so I stopped mowing and cleaned the downstairs. It was around 20ยบ cooler down there, but there's cat hair everywhere.
Morning sickness has transitioned to evening sickness, and the cravings have shifted from mac and cheese to Red Robin's Southwest Fiesta Salad.
Yesterday was incredibly sunny and Abby woke up thinking she had pinkeye. The combination formed a perfect storm of calling in sick and lounging in the deliciously smothering heat in our house. As we were eating dinner, she lamented the inability to enjoy a few coronas while enjoying the sun.
I got stung by two bees while trying to mow the lawn, so I stopped mowing and cleaned the downstairs. It was around 20ยบ cooler down there, but there's cat hair everywhere.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Getting back to normal... sort of
*posted by Des*
Life isn't quite getting back to normal, and I doubt it ever will again, but the really nasty parts seem to be getting a bit easier. Abby's appetite is back, with a vengeance; but she only wants specific foods at any given time. She's not thrilled about the way her pants fit, but that's nothing new. And, her mood has been improving. I bet that's mostly from being able to eat something.
On Thursday we had another ultrasound, and everything looked good. We saw the little guys/gals in profile and it was the first time they really looked like something that will end up being human. I thought they looked like predators (alien that fought Arnold), but I guess that's normal. I wonder, at what point we find out if they have super powers?
Life isn't quite getting back to normal, and I doubt it ever will again, but the really nasty parts seem to be getting a bit easier. Abby's appetite is back, with a vengeance; but she only wants specific foods at any given time. She's not thrilled about the way her pants fit, but that's nothing new. And, her mood has been improving. I bet that's mostly from being able to eat something.
On Thursday we had another ultrasound, and everything looked good. We saw the little guys/gals in profile and it was the first time they really looked like something that will end up being human. I thought they looked like predators (alien that fought Arnold), but I guess that's normal. I wonder, at what point we find out if they have super powers?
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