Little artist

Little artist

Miss 3 has suddenly grown up.

She now loves to practice writing her name over & over again & loves to draw (on paper, etcha-sketch-type things & yes maybe a couple of walls).

The last few evenings she has astounded us with her CREATIVE GENIUS - producing gorgeous, and very detailed, pictures of a car and our family (complete with 'Mummy's huge tummy & the twins').

It feels like only yesterday hubby & I were fist-pumping at how marvellous our lil princess is when she started drawing pics with arms & legs that could actually be recognised.
And now of course she's adding more and more detail such as shoes etc.

Gosh they really do grow up fast don't they!

The family car

It's really happening. Twins. Coming soon.

It's really happening. Twins. Coming soon.

It's really happening! Twins. Coming soon.

Oh my gawwwwwd!

Washing/drying/airing out/sunshine. Two of everything!

Still need to finish re-arranging the wardrobes and mountains of clothes but all is coming along well.

I have a pile of stuff on top of my hospital bag ready to be packed, along with another list of things to get (y'know, all the fun stuff like maternity pads and breast pads).

It's all becoming very real. :-)

The two lil ones in my belly love to jump around often.
I'm now 31 weeks.

At a scan last week the twins were both head down and were both around 1.9kg (4lb).

Amazingly, during the scan, Twin A (on my left) started off head down, then turned breech.
But by the end of the scan (2 hours later), Twin A was head down again. Amazing!
The sonographer's had a hard time taking all the measurements they were after during the scan, so we were there for quite some time.

Twin B (on my right) is actually the 'presenting twin', meaning this is the one that will be born first but because it has been Twin B from the beginning, the Doctors have to stick with its name (Twin B) to avoid any confusion.

Gestational diabetes
The Gestational Diabetes is going OK. I still have occasional high readings, but appear to managing it well with diet and gentle exercise (& chasing around two toddlers and working four days a week).

At an appointment with the Endocrinologist I was nervous about the possibility of being put on medication or insulin, but thankfully, he was happy with my daily records/stats for now.
#twins #pregnantwithtwins


Twin bump watch

Twin bump watch

A collection of pics documenting the growth of my massive TWIN BABY BUMP so far. :-)

Already 30 weeks (time is FLYYYYING by) and measuring full term!

Due November 2013.

Lil man's first day of daycare

Lil man's first day of daycare

There were tears. I'll admit it now.

Tears from me as I handed my precious baby boy over to the lovely (and experienced) childcare worker.

Tears as Miss 3 decided she wanted to stay in the room with her brother to help him settle in, instead of going back to her own classroom.

Tears as I waved goodbye as Mr 19 months was taken into the playground as a distraction so I could leave.
Tears from me as I quickly left the property but could hear him being sad in the distance.

Tears when I slumped in the driver's seat of the car.

Tears as I drove past the gate when the Centre Director popped her head out of the window to ask me if I was OK (to which I responded with a thumb's up while blinking away another set of tears and swallowing back on the big lump in my throat).

And tears when I got home four minutes later, pulled in the driveway and was overwhelmed with guilt.
As many mothers can probably relate to, I was overwhelmed with guilt for sending my baby boy off to daycare.

Mr 19 months started at daycare yesterday. The same one his sister attends.

His name had been on the waiting list for quite some time, and finally a position had become available.
With our twins due in a couple of weeks, and my work hours suddenly increasing, we thought now would be a great time for Mr 19 months to get settled into spending a couple of hours at daycare where he can go and socialise and learn new things twice a week. Things that he might not have chance to do when he's home with sleep deprived Daddy (who works nights) or Mummy (who'll be up all night with twins and will also be trying to juggle small projects on the side).

Miss 3 started daycare at around 11 months when I returned to the workforce from mat leave. It was the same teary beginning (for her and me). She was still breastfed at the time but coped fine. It wasn't long before she was coming home telling us about how much she loved it and she still loves it today!

But on Lil Man's first day this week, I still couldn't help but feel guilty.

I was home sick from work (my first sick day in 12 months! other than when Miss 3 was in hospital, as I previously only worked half days so would just brave it through any illnesses of my own and the gruelling all-day sickness for the first 11 weeks of this pregnancy).

So, for the first time, I happened to be home alone, without my babies.
(Of course there have been times when hubby has taken them to the park etc so I can get some work done, but usually our house is a normal noisy house).

Everyone was telling me I needed to rest as I had been struck down a nasty strain of the flu and conjunctivitis in one eye.
But, for the next four-and-a-half hours while Mr 19 months was at daycare, as sick as I was, I couldn't allow myself to have a nap. Instead I pottered about, sorting things around the home to keep me busy as I coughed, wheezed and blew my nose a million times.

It sounds ridiculous doesn't it. What's with the guilt when I'm sure there are plenty of parents out there who are able to indulge in some 'me time' while their kids are at daycare/kindy.
But for me, if they're not with me or hubby and are at kindy, then it's only because I'm working, so I feel like I shouldn't be doing things that aren't for their benefit. If that makes sense?
Though we should be happy that our boy has been able to enjoy spending all these months with Daddy, while I work part time, without having to go to daycare.

Sure hubby and I enjoy the occasional 'date night' where we go to an event for work, but we're usually only gone a couple of hours.
And if we're not with our kids during the day, it's due to work or doctor's appointments. It's never, 'hey baby-sitter (my fab Mum) would you mind watching the kids while hubby and I go shopping/massage/long lunch'.
There's always a specific need/reason. We want to be with our kids. And enjoy being with our kids.

When we picked the kids up from daycare, Mr 19 months was HAPPY and seemingly untraumatised (thank goodness).
And soon, we'll get to do it all over again, for his second day at daycare.

This time Daddy can do the drop-off to save me the heartache.

When did your kids start daycare/kindy? Do you/did you ever have guilt: guilt for working/guilt for spending time on yourself?

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