Holy spare tire, Batman! Mama is having some issues making the time to exercise this week. The boy’s schedule is really weird at night which is resulting in me getting zero sleep or maybe a few hours. One night they’ll sleep from 10pm-3am. The next night they sleep from 10pm – 12am-3am-6am…oh wait that was last night. I always just feel like blaming everything on a growth spurt, but in all actuality they won’t hit their next growth spurt until 3 months, which gives me another couple weeks, or a few weeks depending on their adjusted age. Well, their adjusted age always confuses me because I never know when it counts or not so we’ll just go with their actual age; they’ll have a growth spurt at 3 months (or in like 2 1/2 weeks-ish) Wow, I really just went way into left field didn’t I? Oh well. Anywho, I haven’t done anything to break a sweat since Saturday! I know, like, a whole week almost. I will tonight, though. One day at a time, right?

The weight loss competition I started went from 10 people to 5 people faster than I can say “cellulite”.  We had an injury, a couple no shows and a surgery that took down our numbers but I think we’re still going to stick this thing out. That means I better get my hiney in gear. I think one thing that may keep me on my toes a little more will be posting my progress on here. There’s something about a bunch of people knowing your real weight, and having to report back to them each week that may put a fire under my expanded tush. Having to tell you that I didn’t lose anything or suck at working out could get a little embarrassing. So, without further adu, my weight and measurements. And a couple of pictures to motivate me.

Starting weight: 176.5

Goal weight: 158, my pre-pregnancy weight.

Measurements: Arm-12. Chest-37.5. Waist (at belly button)- 37. Hips-42. Thigh- 24. Calf-14.

HA! My chest and waist are the same size LOL! Pregnancy totally changes your body shape!

Ok well, I hope I don’t regret this. Ya’ll know the REAL me now. Here’s to staying motivated!

Me. A few years ago tailgating. Don't worry about the beer.


Right now, Isaiah is snoozing soundly in the swing and Julian is at my feet in his bouncy chair as I bounce him up and down with my foot, careful not to stop as he’ll probably get mad if I do. I’m trying to watch this episode of Lost on tv AND drink my large cup of coffee at the same time. Last night/this morning went a little like this:

12:30 am-Isaiah wakes up hungry-Daddy feeds him so Mama can keep sleeping.

1:00 am- Julian wakes up hungry- I ask Daddy to feed him as Isaiah wakes back up and wants a little to top off the tank.

4:20 am- Both boys wake up crying and hungry. Daddy fell asleep on the couch earlier so I just let him stay there 🙂 Plus it gives me the whole bed to snuggle with my boys. I heat up two bottles, put one boppy next to me on the bed and one around my waist. I feed both boys at the same time. Pulling both up to my chest to burp at the same time. Julian passed right out after 4.5 oz but Isaiah kept squirming and fighting sleep after finishing his 5 oz, so I let him finish his brother’s .5 and he eventually fell asleep. Both boys usually fall asleep on my chest and I’m able to maneuver them off and next to me in bed without waking anybody up. (Yep they slept with me! Co-sleeping will be a topic for a future blog!)

7:05 am- After probably 20 minutes of grunting and squirming, Julian finally wakes up and decides he’s hungry. I hold him for awhile and can’t find a pacifier near so let him suck on my finger for a few minutes. I laugh at his cute little mouth as it searches for something to suck on. His eyes are closed and he reminds me of a little piglet.  I try to help him find his thumb, which he sucks on for a couple minutes then lets out a hardy yell telling me enough messing around! I sit in my chair in the kitchen, boppy around my waist to support my arm (they’re getting heavy!) and feed him until I hear Isaiah crying in the bedroom. By this time Julian has had enough to keep him content so I put him in a bouncy chair next to the table and get Isaiah up.

7:20 am- both boys are in their bouncy seats on the kitchen floor as I sit next to them holding bottles. I burp one at a time until everyone is happy.  I move back up to the chair, holding Isaiah as I bounce Julian’s seat with my foot. He eventually falls asleep and Isaiah is ready to play. I put him on the floor on his activity mat and turn on the music. He LOVES laying there and looking at all the colors. I wash the bottles we used last night and this morning and put on a pot of coffee. Julian starts to get mad.

8:00 am- Daddy leaves for work. Julian has to cry for a couple minutes while I get dressed, put in contacts, brush teeth, etc. as fast as I can. By this time Isaiah is getting annoyed with laying on the floor so both boys are now crying. They have to lay there for a couple minutes while I warm up a couple more ounces of milk for both.

8:10 am- We’re sitting on the couch, one boppy on each side of me, both boys drinking their bottles. Isaiah falls asleep, Julian is wide awake and smiling and ready to play.  I put him on the floor in the activity mat. Isaiah wakes up and starts to fuss.

8:30 am- Isaiah goes to his swing and falls asleep almost instantly. (He loves that thing and I think of it as Isaiah’s swing, as Julian loves the bouncy seat more). I have time to make myself some oatmeal and get my cup of coffee. I sit at my computer at the table and enjoy both boys content for a little while. These moments are sometimes few and far between. I notice that Julian may be left handed. When he plays on his mat, he always reaches with his left hand and turns to the left…Isaiah always to the right.

8:45 am- Julian is done playing on the mat so I put him in his bouncy seat again…where I sit currently, bouncing him with my foot. He falls alseep like this every time.

9:30- I’m still here typing this post and as Julian sleeps soundly in his bouncy chair-I see Isaiah starting to squirm and wiggle in his swing. Maybe he’ll fall back to sleep. I’ve gotten almost a full hour of time to myself 🙂

Who knows what the next few hours will bring.  Being a stay-at-home Mama is ANYTHING but boring when you have twin boys. I still have so much around my house that needs to get done right now…but sitting here while they’re quiet, sipping my coffee and enjoying the calmness is ok for now.

Best job EVER.

Throughout my pregnancy and since the boys have been born I’ve gotten so many false comments regarding where twins come from and how our twins came to be. I know it’s not really a big deal if people have the correct information or not but I always get slightly annoyed when people just assume certain things about multiples. I’m going to set the record straight.

  1. Do twins run in your family? Yes, after I found out I was having twins my mom told me that twins run on her mother’s side here and there. Twins, if fraternal, are determined by the mother’s hyper-ovulation, or release of two eggs at once. The fact that my husband is a twin is mere coincidence! I get so often the comment, “oh that’s why!” when people find out my husband is a twin. I have to fight the urge to tell them they’re wrong.
  2. Are they identical or fraternal? The boys are fraternal. They had two separate sacks and came from two separate eggs. Although they do look a lot alike, many siblings look similar in their baby pictures…we just happened to have two at the same time!
  3. “I sure hope I don’t have twins, my mom is a twin!” Unless you have some freak chance of identical twins (which is a genetic anomaly), every woman has equal chance of having identical twins. They are still doing studies on this but for now, identical twins appear to be random. And I’ll say one more time, twins are not determined by the male’s genetics. The father plays a different role; he determines the baby’s gender. So if you’re looking to see if you may have boys or girls, looking to the father’s side may give you some clues but nothing is for certain.
  4. “I don’t know what I’d do if I had twins.” Well, you just DO. Having twins was not our choice, it was something we were blessed with and there is no way to prepare for it for anyone! People always talk about how they’re not ready to have kids. Are we ever really prepared to have children? Probably not. Until you have your own children you won’t ever really be prepared.
  5. Do they wake each other up when they cry? As of yet, not really. I know they probably have some sort of unconscious understanding of somebody else being there, but they don’t have a “twin connection”. They don’t really wake each other up at this point. One boy could be crying his little heart out and the other will be off peacefully in dream land.

Now that I’ve said my peace, here’s some uber cuteness.