This is another, "Hi, sorry for my absence, we were doing {X}. I'm sure you understand."-sort of post. And yes, we were gone, briefly, last week on an end-of-summer quick family vacation. But then 4/5 of us came home very sick, and I am just now making my re-entry into the general world. Despite the fact that I am still sick.
Oh, I am ill. If you have ever a) been a pregnant woman, or b) spent some significant time with a pregnant woman, then you know how hard it can be for a pregnant person to get over something as routine as a common cold. Especially if said pregnant person is in her third, most brain-draining trimester. (I just typed "semester" for "trimester." Brain, meet drain.) I have now been coughing-up-my-lungs, wandering-in-a-haze, aching-all-over, generally-wanting-to-disappear sick for a week and a half, and there is no end in sight.
I see my doctor in a few days, so we'll get this figured out, but in the meantime, I have an incredible to-do list piling up, a to-do list that includes a party for King Peter the Boy's third birthday, as well as hand-making several items for a family wedding over Labor Day weekend. As well as an Etsy order. As well as multiple sewing projects for the impending baby.
I am tired.
The good news is that our end-of-summer trip was fabulous, despite four of us being feverish. We, along with my parents, traveled up to Ludington, Michigan. (I'd hold up my hand and show you where that is using the tried and true Michigan Hand Map method, but I'm too tired.) Suffice to say that Ludington was perfect, wonderful, and magical, and everyone should go at least once in his or her lifetime. I hadn't been to the Lake Michigan portion of Michigan in years, so imagine my surprise when we experienced temperatures in the 70s during the days and in the 50s at night. In August. Whoa. Plus the lake and beaches were gorgeous. Plus the town was vibrant and busy and picturesque. Plus we stayed in a cabin. It was amazing, and we all want to go back every summer. I want to go back every weekend.
I do have lots of pictures, but I haven't had the energy to even upload them. Be patient. Something as simple as deep cleaning the kitchen sink leaves me breathless and drained of all pep these days.
The other good news is that The Professor just started his second year at Notre Dame, this time with all of the excitement and none of the nervousness of last year. His schedule is really good, and he still gets to work at Adler once a week, too, in lieu of traditional TA or RA duties. We are officially on Baby Watch 2011, and he has been threatened with all kinds of horrible things if he isn't tethered to his fully-charged cell phone at all times. I'd be more nervous about this if my parents were not in town, or if Notre Dame were farther away, but I'm remaining fairly chill for the moment. I'm due October 13, and it would be PERFECT if baby would hold off until RIGHT THEN because that is when The Professor has a week-long fall study break. Ideal! Do you hear that, Baby? IDEAL.
One funny tiny story: The Professor likes to get himself worked up about things, usually things we've already worked through, including the arrival of a baby in the middle of a semester. The other day he said, "But we've never had a baby in the middle of a semester of graduate school!" And I was like, "You are a moron. We had TWINS in the middle of a semester of graduate school." And he was like, "Oh, yeah...but it's not the same!" No, it's not. No matter how hard it will be, one newborn + three kids is like UNICORNS FARTING RAINBOWS compared to two premature infants at once. And let's not forget that most of the burden will be on my shoulders. And my lactating breasts. Good grief.
That's my rambly, random update for now. There is more news to share, as well as, as I said, lots of pictures, but I have to get back to life and reality now. Hopefully my reality includes a nap in the near future.
And I was not kidding when I said what I said about unicorns and rainbows. I have quite literally blocked the first three months of my sons' lives from my memory. This is all that has enabled me to keep getting pregnant time and time again, despite the ridiculously increased risk of more twins each time.
That and the crazy. The crazy helps, too.
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