Eyebrows (My Babies' Daddy)

My husband has impressive eyebrows. Upon occasion, his eye looks like a fermata because he raises them so high.

This generally happens at times of high intensity. (The picture above is on Goliath at Magic Mountain) Yesterday was one of those times.

We had a doctor's appointment. It was a bit of a marathon. First I had a non-stress test to make sure the boys were nice and healthy. For twins, they expect you to be in there 40 minutes or more because quite often one twin cooperates and the other doesn't. Our boys finished in 15 minutes and had to be monitored for another 5 because you're not supposed to finish a non-stress test in less than 20. So, they're doing great.

We went on down to the ultrasound room and got to see our boys for the last time before we're holding them in our arms. Nash is 5 pounds 3 oz. Gray is 6 pounds 1 oz. There is over 11 pounds of baby in this belly! We also found out they have hair...and it's long. They're also tall. Who's shocked?

The boys cooperated well again so we finished the ultrasound and had tons of extra time in the waiting room before our scheduled appointment with the doctor. We decided to talk about what we wanted to do for our date. I expressed to Cameron that we should probably do something special because it could be our last date night for a long time, and it's the beginning of March which means our date budget just got replenished.

Cam suggested Chili's for chips and queso, and renting a redbox to watch on the couch at home.

Clearly we weren't communicating.

I continued to try to explain to him that it was OK because once the boys come, we won't be going out in March anyway and that I really wanted to go somewhere nice. I rarely look normal and I had showered, hair done, make-upped, and cute clothes for the first time in a while.

His response was that he didn't want to spend too much money.

Again, communication was at a minimum.

We joked around with each other for a while. I got really thirsty (and cranky) and back we went to the exam room.

I'm measuring 42 weeks for a singleton pregnancy. The heartbeats are great. Boys are healthy. No Preeclampsia, which is nice because with all the swelling going on, I was a bit worried about that. I still don't weigh more than Cam (but we are getting dangerously close).

Then the doctor asked if we had any questions for him.

We asked a few things about restrictions on hospital visitors, etc. and then I asked if he still thought that with my height I would make it to 38 weeks.

He laughed and said, "oh no. I'll be very surprised if you've got another 2 weeks ahead of you."

At which point, Cameron's eyebrows shot off his forehead. (Accompanied by the biggest smile I've seen on his face in a while)

We finished the appointment and the Doctor shut the door. The first thing out of Cameron's mouth was "So, what are we going to do tonight? where are we going?"

Suddenly, he was incredibly more committed to date night.

Unfortunately, after 3.5 hours at the doctor's office, I was exhausted. So we went to Village Inn for breakfast for dinner and made curtains for the nursery. (We live on the edge, I tell ya.)

This morning, he has finished up the nursery, cleaned the kitchen, run a million errands, and has yet to sit down. He's on a roll and I'm not about to stop it. I think it's finally hit that these boys are coming. And soon!

I'm drinking water and keeping my feet up so we can still hopefully hit that 36 week mark. 10 days left!