Bad Mommy Blogger

Been a long time, been to Vegas! Have not a memory of it... ok not true but might as well be. Just a quick note to say, Charlie is kinda sleeping through the night (7 p-5:45a) and work is great but it is summer and I just want to lie on the grass with the kids and count clouds. 

Where oh where have I been ...

Ok, so this amazing working mom and mother of twin boys blogs regularly, smartly and damn funnily (that a word?) so I guess it is time that I catch up on Morking Wom ... 

While I was away:

- got a new job: VP, Donor Networks, Seachangecap.org

- gave birth to Charlie

- discovered two are way more than one

- lost the weight I gained with Charlie; now am onto the 60 I gained with Max

Apartment construction completed, but now architect is saying we skimped on the door by 4 inches so we may have to refile!!! I hate the DOB!!! Hate, hate, hate - we don't say "hate" in front of Max so this feels so naughty...

Oh, Tom and I are going to VEGAS to see DMB and are leaving the boys behind ... I am living for this this trip ... new job starts 2/2 ... I think that is it. Off to weight watchers to weigh in and get rid of some of this baby bulge ... I have nice work clothes from a past life to fit into!

thud thud ... thud thud

There is nothing sweeter than the sound of my baby's heartbeat from inside of me. Almost makes me feel [gasp] religiously inspired.

We are public ... it's going to be another boy!

stop it please

Max has started saying, "stop it, please" which sounds like shtop it pleash ... and maybe I should listen. In my efforts not to stop, I have ended up with bronchitis, which had me on azithromycin, which gave me stomach cramping and diarrhea, which then produced spotting at ten weeks pregnant. The spotting has stopped and I see my OB tomorrow, but man, STOP IT PLEASE. 

I worked from home today, and napped for two hours, no drugs, no ear plugs, none of my usual aids. Window shades open and construction noise from across the street and I slept the deepest sleep, I had trouble waking up... seems it is time to listen to my body, which seems to be screaming ... stop it please.