I don't know what it is about a pregnant womans body that begs for strangers to comments. I had always assumed people knew better then to comment about a womans size in general, let alone when one is pregnant. Maybe it was because I got so big so fast, but that was not my experience. I'm not sure what causes all common decency to go out the window when someone sees a giant baby bump strutting their way.
I loved being pregnant. I loved being able to feel my little ones moving around in there. Being pregnant was one of the most awesome experiences I could have and a magical time. Just know, you will never be the right size or shape. Someone will always have something to say. Why they feel it necessary, I am not sure. I can't tell you how many times I heard how huge I was, then when I mentioned twins, I was suddenly told I was too small. I finally came to the conclusion that if my doctor said I was good, and I felt good, then I wasn't going to worry about what people thought of my size. Feel free to leave some of the best ones you heard in the comment section. I'd love to see what your experiences were.
Some of my favorite things people said to me:
Morning Katie, You're looking fatter today!
Looks like you've got the pregnant waddle. (ummm no my back just hurt)
You're only 3 months pregnant? Wow my daughter is having her baby next week and you're bigger then she is!
No way can you eat all that?! (I'm sorry but carrying twins makes you hangry)
But you just went pee...
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Crazy mornings
Have you ever had one of those mornings that get your blood pumping in your veins? I just had one, as we all surely do. While I was rejoicing in the fact that my beautiful little babies had slept, for the third night in a row now, until 4am (YAY!) my dog decided to throw me a curve ball.
Now, he is normally a well behaved, if a little hyper, pup. We have had him pretty well trained these last few years. I feel like I am now dealing with an older child. You see, my twins are my first kiddos. Up until then, I have had my little fur babies to snuggle with and shower with all of my baby love. When I got pregnant Hunter decided he would be my guardian. He would follow me around and keep his eyes on me at all times to make sure I was okay. I think he thought that these kids would be his to keep safe at all times.
(Hunter)
When I came home from the hospital, and I was very suddenly not pregnant, and my girls were still at the NICU, he looked at me like I was a terrible person. He would sit across from me and stare at me like I had done something awful and he couldn't bear to be near me. I could hear him thinking "WHAT have you done with MY babies? Where are they woman?" Of course while they were in the NICU for those long, long days, I would bring home their clothes for my pups to smell and get used to their scent.
Now that the girls are home though, I think he has realized he is not my only child. He is not getting all of the attention anymore. "Who are these little people my mom and dad are so enchanted by?", and most importantly I think "What can I do to make sure they notice me a little more?" This morning he decided to make me pay for that I guess. I had barely opened my front door when he bolted out like a streak of lightening through the sky. I figured he would just run out to do his thang and be back. Ohhhh no, he had other ideas. He ran like an Olympian. I live in a somewhat country area, so he was out running by my neighbors pond, down and around houses, and rolling in the high grasses like he was on a field trip. All the while I am shouting his name as the sun is barely creeping up in the sky. My poor neighbors probably had a fright. I can just see them now looking out their window to see what all the fuss was about, and there I am running with his squeaky toy down the road. My braless boobs flopping around (of course I hadn't had time to fully dress yet), and my crazy hair flowing through the wind. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I end up on one of those fabulous epic fail sites somewhere or the crazy lady on youtube.
After several long minutes chasing him down I finally got him home. Of course this made me late dropping the girls off at my moms before work. She thought something was wrong because she had tried calling and of course I couldn't answer because I was chasing that darn speed demon. I load up the girls, and I'm off. Little did I know my mom had headed over to make sure I was okay. So when I got to her house she was no where to be found. Everything worked out just fine but I tell you, it was just one of those mornings.
Now, he is normally a well behaved, if a little hyper, pup. We have had him pretty well trained these last few years. I feel like I am now dealing with an older child. You see, my twins are my first kiddos. Up until then, I have had my little fur babies to snuggle with and shower with all of my baby love. When I got pregnant Hunter decided he would be my guardian. He would follow me around and keep his eyes on me at all times to make sure I was okay. I think he thought that these kids would be his to keep safe at all times.
When I came home from the hospital, and I was very suddenly not pregnant, and my girls were still at the NICU, he looked at me like I was a terrible person. He would sit across from me and stare at me like I had done something awful and he couldn't bear to be near me. I could hear him thinking "WHAT have you done with MY babies? Where are they woman?" Of course while they were in the NICU for those long, long days, I would bring home their clothes for my pups to smell and get used to their scent.
Now that the girls are home though, I think he has realized he is not my only child. He is not getting all of the attention anymore. "Who are these little people my mom and dad are so enchanted by?", and most importantly I think "What can I do to make sure they notice me a little more?" This morning he decided to make me pay for that I guess. I had barely opened my front door when he bolted out like a streak of lightening through the sky. I figured he would just run out to do his thang and be back. Ohhhh no, he had other ideas. He ran like an Olympian. I live in a somewhat country area, so he was out running by my neighbors pond, down and around houses, and rolling in the high grasses like he was on a field trip. All the while I am shouting his name as the sun is barely creeping up in the sky. My poor neighbors probably had a fright. I can just see them now looking out their window to see what all the fuss was about, and there I am running with his squeaky toy down the road. My braless boobs flopping around (of course I hadn't had time to fully dress yet), and my crazy hair flowing through the wind. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if I end up on one of those fabulous epic fail sites somewhere or the crazy lady on youtube.
After several long minutes chasing him down I finally got him home. Of course this made me late dropping the girls off at my moms before work. She thought something was wrong because she had tried calling and of course I couldn't answer because I was chasing that darn speed demon. I load up the girls, and I'm off. Little did I know my mom had headed over to make sure I was okay. So when I got to her house she was no where to be found. Everything worked out just fine but I tell you, it was just one of those mornings.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Who I am
Hey Everyone!
My name is Katie and I am a new mom of twins. I have two old pups (Hunter and Leo) and a pretty amazing husband. I am a personal trainer (currently on break being that I just had my girls) and I also work in an office. I originally thought I should start journaling about the exciting new journey I would be starting as a twin mom so I could look back on this time one day when things aren't so hectic and smile. Then I decided maybe I could help others out by posting my experiences. So here it goes...
My little ones just turned four months old the other day, and I can't believe how fast the time has already flown. People always told me they grow up fast, and although my girls are still small, considering how early they were born, I can't get over how much they have already changed and how far they have already came.
Let's back it up to last year, when we found out we were having a baby. Yes, I said A baby. I'll save that story for you for another time though. My grandpa had just passed away not even a year before and my grandma hadn't been feeling well so it was nice to see the smiles spread across my families faces during this time.
Everything was going great, other then I was extremely tired, and sick constantly (morning sickness? How about all day, all night, wake-me-out-of my dear sleep sick). I had heard of this "morning sickness" before, but boy oh boy did I not truly understand it until it happened to me. I remember the horrid day I was at Sams club and had to run into the bathroom and pray no one was in there to hear me.. you know what I mean moms out there. Lucky for me, my club card was expired. So shortly after my lovely display, they needed to take my picture for my new card! Yep, in my wallet is that wonderful picture of me.
I know it will seem like these days will never end, and mine lasted for the first SEVERAL months, but it eventually got better. Then came the aches and pains. Between constantly having to pee and never being able to get comfortable later on in pregnancy sleep is just hard to come by. I really think this is just the way it is meant to be. Now I am thankful because had I went from my long ago days of sleeping in and snoozing whenever I wanted, adjusting to newborns would have been tough. So those achy nights trying to get comfortable I firmly believe were just preparing my body of what was to come. It may be tough getting less sleep then I could ever imagine I could operate on, but I absolutely love getting up when it's quiet in the house and getting to snuggle with my little ones and feed them. That's quality time right there.
-Katie
My name is Katie and I am a new mom of twins. I have two old pups (Hunter and Leo) and a pretty amazing husband. I am a personal trainer (currently on break being that I just had my girls) and I also work in an office. I originally thought I should start journaling about the exciting new journey I would be starting as a twin mom so I could look back on this time one day when things aren't so hectic and smile. Then I decided maybe I could help others out by posting my experiences. So here it goes...
My little ones just turned four months old the other day, and I can't believe how fast the time has already flown. People always told me they grow up fast, and although my girls are still small, considering how early they were born, I can't get over how much they have already changed and how far they have already came.
Let's back it up to last year, when we found out we were having a baby. Yes, I said A baby. I'll save that story for you for another time though. My grandpa had just passed away not even a year before and my grandma hadn't been feeling well so it was nice to see the smiles spread across my families faces during this time.
Everything was going great, other then I was extremely tired, and sick constantly (morning sickness? How about all day, all night, wake-me-out-of my dear sleep sick). I had heard of this "morning sickness" before, but boy oh boy did I not truly understand it until it happened to me. I remember the horrid day I was at Sams club and had to run into the bathroom and pray no one was in there to hear me.. you know what I mean moms out there. Lucky for me, my club card was expired. So shortly after my lovely display, they needed to take my picture for my new card! Yep, in my wallet is that wonderful picture of me.
I know it will seem like these days will never end, and mine lasted for the first SEVERAL months, but it eventually got better. Then came the aches and pains. Between constantly having to pee and never being able to get comfortable later on in pregnancy sleep is just hard to come by. I really think this is just the way it is meant to be. Now I am thankful because had I went from my long ago days of sleeping in and snoozing whenever I wanted, adjusting to newborns would have been tough. So those achy nights trying to get comfortable I firmly believe were just preparing my body of what was to come. It may be tough getting less sleep then I could ever imagine I could operate on, but I absolutely love getting up when it's quiet in the house and getting to snuggle with my little ones and feed them. That's quality time right there.
-Katie
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