Baby fever?

I’m still here….and so is my mom. Hence the lack of updates.

A lot has been happening, but nothing quite compares to Snort’s cornea ‘bubbling’ yesterday. Or his big stay in the children’s ward for half a day while they waited to see if his eye would explode or he would stop breathing from The Allergies.

Still, we move on. Sort of.

I popped him in a sling yesterday while he was screaming uncontrollably and ripping at his eye, all the while his face swelling till he looked (as TMD said) like the Elephant Man. My little 20 or 30 minute stretch of babywearing has literally crippled me, and I can’t walk today without crutches. Thank god my mom is here, because I couldn’t walk and hold a baby. And with all the shitty nappies happening, that would be a bit of a grotesque nightmare.

I am just more and more blown away by how much I love them. It’s growing. And so are they. I love love love the baby stage and am actively thinking about trying to conceive number three.

I don’t actually know anyone – online or otherwise – who had another pregnancy after giving birth to multiples. Most of my palsies have had one baby, and then twins naturally. Or a set of twins with IVF and that’s it. I think, perhaps, twins ‘break’ people from wanting more children.

It hasn’t broken me. Well, I mean, of course it HAS broken me literally, but not my spirit!!!

I would love to be pregnant again (I reread my pregnancy days on this blog and wonder why I would ever do that to myself again, though!). Last time it was because I wanted to have the wonder and dreamland of pregnancy. This time it’s because I want another child.

If we’re going to do this, if I am going to get pregnant again, I guess I really ought to lose the weight. *sigh*

It doesn’t come off naturally for me because, well, I like being fat. Not all aspects of it, but the eating food and not exercising thing is totally awesome and worth it. For reals.

But with this new improved relapse that has me unable to walk again, well, shit. I need to lose it. I want some sort of inspirational application on my phone that will send me magical encouraging messages every day. Or some sort of talisman to stick in my bra and carry around with me. Or…or….

Anyway.

Mom’s cooking me an omelette as my curvy and gorgeous ass sits here on our couch, a baby napping on either side of me. Little feet are pressed against me from both sides; it’s like a reverse pregnancy. And while I would not-so-secretly quite like to have another set of twins, realistically I think we’d be aiming for a singleton pregnancy next time.

It’s a shame, as I’ve got a nice set of boy-girl twin names all picked out.

Tags: allergies, family, mom, TTC