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Peek-a-Bump!

Today Sparta and I got caught in one of those sudden, short, heavy summer rainshowers.  We had just rounded the block and were almost home, when ....  PLUSH!  We were pelted with raindrops big enough to blind a person.

Neither of us loves being caught in the rain.  But the flip side of the coin is that after we get in the house, Puppykins gets to enjoy one of the things that makes life worth licking:  the "Rubdown."  Which is actually just him getting toweled off with one of the mangier towels in the house.  But to our dog, it is an exquisite luxury, a cause for near-hysteria.  Once he sees the towel in your hand, he will charge at you from across the room, all 60 pounds of him, and throw his body headfirst into yours, rolling and writhing on the floor in anticipation of the ecstasy that is getting rubbed with a mangy towel.

The pictures don't quite capture the ecstasy (I had to wait until all the rolling and flipping was done before I could get a hold of the camera), but here you go:

 

And..... what is that round protuberance sneaking into the bottom of the picture?  Why, its the first world wide photo published of The Bump!  

10 weeks, 1 day

... And "the bump" is rising.  What started out looking like a large-burrito-with-extra-guac belly is slowly morphing into something higher, firmer, and more elegant.  Something less Homer Simpson, and slightly more...... feminine. 

Also, my fatigue seems to have peaked last week.  Although I'm certainly not back to normal energy levels, I don't feel as if each day is a marathon event, and I haven't snuck down to the secret nap room at work (oh yes, it does exist) ONCE this week.

What does seem to be peaking this week are the irrational swings in emotion.  The Rockstar commented that I've been on a pregnancy high, and he's right.  I've been in SUCH a good mood, despite all the fatigue and food issues.  And I'm still mostly high, but with generous doses of overwrought sentimentality.  Folks, I cry when I watch "So You Think You Can Dance."  Those kids are SO TALENTED!  (sniffle)  And each week they go out there and make me SO PROUD! (sob)

The other thing starting to pierce the pregnancy cloud are thoughts about logistical questions pertinent to twins.  For example: 

1.  How does one pick up an infant when one is already holding an infant?

     1(a).  How does one pick up an infant to feed them, when one already has one infant at the boob/bottle?

     1(b).  How does one prevent infant A from rolling off the couch/lap/boob when infant B insists on being cuddled/held/fed at the same time?

You get the drift.

Luckily, there are organizations for parents of multiples, and I'm talking to lots of moms who are living through twinhood, and they are giving me lots of tips and recommending lots of books for us to read.  We've got 6 to 7 more months to learn everything there is to know about raising two babies at the same time.  I figure that's enough, right?  (sob)

Random Thoughts (for Annette)

A few things have been on my mind lately:

1.  I always thought those martial arts death thingies were called NUMBchucks, because you would chuck them at someone and knock them numb?  Turns out I was wrong.  Thanks to Elizasmom, I now know that they are in fact NUNchucks.  Still not sure why the name is what it is, because frankly, numbchucks makes a lot more sense to me.

2.  Why is it that in a building full of working professional adults, every single freaking day by 5:30 pm, someone has wetted the seat in the women's bathroom?  Is there a lost art to peeing that we need to revisit?  In my opinion, if you cannot tinkle without a sprinkle, then you need to sit yourself down and make use of the paper seat covers.  That's all.  End of discussion.

3.  Are men better at puns?  The Rockstar and my brother, Churi, are master punners.  And Dina's Mr. Man just made a great pun on her blog... a pun I SHOULD have thought of, but never would have.  Because it takes me, like, DAYS and WEEKS to come up with a clever play on words.  What up with that?  (See what I mean?  How old and over is that phrase?  Rats.  GAH!  There I go again!!!)

UPDATE:  The piddler must have heard me complaining, because she hit THREE out of FIVE stalls yesterday by 3:30 in the afternoon.  @#)(*&@(#*&@$^@*#)!!!!!!!!!