It Just Got REAL

You know, I've been in a few fights in my day. I've been punched... kicked... bitten... and pushed around.
Don't get me wrong, I've done my share of punching, kicking, biting and pushing. But today something happened.

I got beat up today. I got kicked and punched so hard it made me cry. And the weirdest part was, I let it happen.

Ladies and gentlemen, I can feel my twin boys now!

Miranda said suddenly "Oh, baby, come feel..."

I did...

I put my hand right where I was told to (I do what I'm told... I love a happy wife). A few seconds later...'POW' (a nod to the 1960's Batman) Cooper kicked or punched me HARD. I went from not feeling them at all yesterday to 'BAM' - they're kicking really hard today. There's NO mistaking it!

I stayed knelt down on our hardwood floor for only a few minutes but it was long enough to kill my toes and knees. And the funniest part...I didn't care.

I've never felt anything like that. I've felt kicking babies before, that's not what I'm talking about. I mean I've never felt that feeling before. I'm still euphoric. My cloud 9 is large and puffy. It's thick and full of vigor. It's not going to dissipate for a while. It's swaying and rocking me into a state of bliss. Ahhh....

My boys, my sweet little unborn men have made their big, strong, manly daddy melt into a pile of goo.
I'm reeling.

Now, I'm going to get offline and reel with my wife and babies.

I want to hear about all of your 'first times' to feel your babies. Please feel free to share. This is a safe place. :)


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I did it! I DID it!!

The day came and is about to be put in the 'went' column.

You are reading words that are being carefully typed by a Certified Respiratory Therapist! WOOHOO!!
I woke up this morning with a slight feeling of helplessness. And as I let the dog out, drank my coffee, showered, checked my e-mail, etc... it just got worse. I couldn't shake it.

The time came for me to leave the house and drive to Huntsville (50 minutes away) to the place where I was to be tested...I feel bad.

The time came for me to walk to my proctor's desk to show my ID...I feel sick.

The time came for me to walk the green mile (it WAS in an H&R Block bldg) to the small little room where I was to take the exam...I'm about to hurl.

The time came, and came, and came, and came for me to actually TAKE the exam (it took 2 hrs, 10 min)...I feel like falling asleep - in a pile of vomitus.

The time came for me to exit the exam module and return to my proctor...my stomach is churning, knees are weak and I'm shaking like a leaf.

The time came for me to actually READ my results...I am seriously contemplating suici...wait... what?!...I passed? I PASSED!!

Oh my sweet, long-haired, bearded baby Jesus! I PASSED!

You have got to be kidding me! The entire time I was taking that exam I felt like I could just crawl in a hole and die. Nothing was clicking. I could hear Death's chains rattling down the hall and for a brief moment I thought I saw his sickle's shadow.

But nope... apparently I'm smarter than I thought I was. I didn't pass with flying colors, but I didn't eek by either. I'm mediocre. And I'm happy with that. (Haha)

Now... my CRT license has been filled out and the check(s) are laying on top of it. Just have to put it in the mail tomorrow and within 7-10 days I should have confirmation that my license has been accepted and I can officially go back to work... at a higher pay scale I might add!

WOOHOO! I am the MAN! (Yep, I'm patting myself on the back. Why? Because I can and you can't stop me. hahaha)

Now the time has come for me to quit typing. I've got a headache. :p

'Til next time...


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Wish Me Luck

Well, today is the day. Actually, I've got to go to bed first and get some sleep. It's 1:13am and I'm still up studying for my exam...

Today I go to take my CRT (Certified Respiratory Therapist) exam. This test measures how smart I am and will tell me if I'm actually smart enough to obtain a license to practice. As you all know, I graduated college with my degree in Respiratory and have had to wait almost a month to take this test because the folks who paid for my education (WIA - Workforce Investment Act) were super slow to get my exam funds to me.

I studied for over two and a half years and it all culminates with this exam. Well, there is another exam I can, and will, take after this one - the dreaded RRT (Registered Respiratory Therapist) exam. Same stuff, just a little more in-depth. That one takes all day. Roughly 5 hours to complete. But, the bright side is I'll get paid more. And who hates Benjamins? Not this ol' boy... no sir'ee bob. I need all those I can get.

These twins, although unborn, are stressing daddy out. I could have already been working and making better money if my funds had been released earlier. But, the past is just that... Now its time to look forward. Well, at least after I pass the exam tomorrow...

Wish me luck!! :)



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"How Can it Get ANY Bigger?"

My beautiful, gorgeous, loving wife is afraid. She's not afraid of the many things you'd expect a pregnant woman to be afraid of, nooooooo, not my wife.

She's afraid she'll pop. No, really... she's afraid she's going to literally POP! :)
The picture below was taken this evening. I think she's truly, absolutely stunning pregnant.


The picture below doesn't really show what she's talking about when she says she's going to pop... but I thought It was so cute. She was standing in front of our clothes dryer looking at her reflection in the glass when she was 'popping' off the popping comments. It was adorable enough to take a picture of and blog about it.

Will everyone please reassure her that she's not going to 'pop' until the babies are ready to grace us with their presence. I need some help here. lol



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Caution - Fresh Paint

Well, today I finished what Miranda and I started last weekend. I finished painting the boys' nursery. I love neutral colors. We chose a tan/brown. See pics...

Try not to pay too much attention to the stuff piled on top of the changing station. We buy things for the guys and, well, that's where diapers go, right? Duh! 

Miranda is 22 weeks today. She's having a little more heartburn. She said, "Hey, that means they'll be born with hair!" I've heard SO many baby myths the past few months so I couldn't help but scream "Are you kidding me?? That's a load of bull..." Truth be told, I said it on the inside. I dare not poke a sleeping bear. :)

She also (sigh) noticed that her socks are getting tighter. They left the dreaded sock marks in her calves.

I could not help but grin on that one. How cute...

As always, we took her 22 week bell pic today. And, as always, she's a little bigger this week.

Every single week she says the same thing...almost through tears... "How in the world can it get any bigger?"

Darlin', you ain't seen nothin' yet - so I've been told.

There's a website that shows that your belly should look like with twins compared to singleton babies in 4 week intervals. It skips from 20 weeks to 24 weeks, so right now we're right in the middle. But, judging by those pictures, at 24 weeks she'll be the size of a 36 week belly carrying one child. This is gonna get real fun - real fast. (Yes, I know I should have said 'really' - How about hopping off my back all you English majors. This is supposed to be a real fun blog, not an extremely grammatically correct one)

We're still looking to get some carpet to put down on the nursery floor since right now it is just painted concrete. So, mom, when you think it'll be ready? :) Your grandchildren can't be trusted to take their first steps on concrete. They ARE half Miranda's. She's not the most graceful specimen. (Love you, baby)

Well, that's it for now. Another update soon.

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