Biding Our Time

Tomorrow will be two weeks since Miranda has been on bed rest. If those little men in her tummy can just be patient and hang on for at least another two weeks they can be delivered here in Cullman. If not, we'll have to go to UAB in Birmingham since babies born earlier than 34 weeks have an increased chance of requiring the services of a NICU. I keep reminding myself that they are viable now and that even if they're born tomorrow, they'd still be fine. It is a stressful time right now, but the prayers and extreme generosity of those around us have made it easier.
I knew that Miranda did a lot around here, but I had no idea how much. Since she's been on bed rest, I've been doing my 'manly' chores such as cutting the grass, taking out the trash, etc. I've also had the additional laundry, dinner, dishes, sweeping and mopping chores as well. Not to mention that I'm now getting about 30-35 hours a week at work. (I got a job delivering pizzas. Hey, it pays better than you'd think)
I'll be the first to admit, since she's been unable to work I've been on edge. We've both started arguments with each other (or fueled them (we do know how to press each others buttons)). I feel horrible after an argument, no matter who started it. Keeping my mouth shut has never been one of my strong points. I've just got to remember that it is not only stressful for me, it is stressful for Miranda and the two little munchkins, who, by the way, are delivering knockout karate chops and kicks to that poor uterus (bless its heart).
She had her second baby shower today and it went very well. Many people showed up and we got some amazing gifts for the boys. There were a few people who were invited who didn't show up, but that's because they either live out-of-state or we got an address wrong. I can think of one of our friends in particular that probably didn't even get an invitation in the mail because of an incorrectly addressed envelope (I'll e-mail you in a second so you'll know who you are).
If I were being allowed to post belly pictures I'd do so here. But alas, the boss has forbidden it. I can tell you that the belly, although it didn't grow a lot last week, has increased in size this week. And it is starting to drop. She's still taking her anti-labor pills religiously. She hasn't missed a dose. Some contractions are breaking through but they aren't numerous enough or intense enough to cause alarm. They're more of a nuisance now than anything. The shakiness that is caused by these pills is still present and it is sometimes difficult for her to catch her breath.
One bright side to the babies being so big now is that I can feel them when they start to hiccup. It is a feeling like no other. To be that close to one of my sweet little boys and feel them while their tiny diaphragm spasms over and over is priceless. If I could bottle what I feel every time they punch or kick the walls of their confinement or hiccup or roll around I could be an overnight millionaire. People would pay good money for a completely legal form of euphoria. Am I right?
I'll quit spewing like a hormone right now and let you rest your weary eyes. Tomorrow is another day (at the office) and I've got to get some rest. It is now time for me to watch the backs of my eyelids for a few hours before I have to get up and do it all over again.
I love you, Miranda.I love you Carter and Cooper.
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