Eclectic Muddlehood

How's this for a perplexing beginning? I am a great many things, but none of them are me. At least not in my entirety. This is the little corner where I attempt to make the whole greater than the sum of its parts as I muddle through being a wife, a mother and a woman... among other things.

Location: Virginia, United States

Here, in no particular order, is a short list of my parts from the mundane to the pretentious, some or all of which may surface in future attempts to work on the whole: wife, mother, doula, childbirth educator, writer, yoga student, homeschooler, amature organic gardner, kitchen witch, all-around foodie, spiritual truth-seeker, daughter, clutter-bug, complusive list maker, bibliophile, homemaker, friend, homebirth/natural birth advocate, impulse shopper, wine snob, knitter, artist, lover, sensuist, and email junkie (There may be more later, but that's it for now.)

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Tying Up Unraveling Ends

I will be 37 weeks pregnant with our twins on Monday and I am trying like hell to get my house in order before going into labor so that I can leave everything pretty much taken care of and just have people help maintain it postpartum. Best laid plans.....

Today I feel as though my every move to wrap things up is being thwarted. I clean up one area of the house and move on to the next area. As I finish with the second area, I notice my daughter, husband and sister have managed to junk up the first area I cleaned in anywhere from minutes to days later and you wouldn't know I had it clean a short time before that. My mother recently spent a few days over here helping me by doing some of the serious scrubbing for me in the kitchen and bathrooms, but we discovered this weekend that all our cats have roundworms. (Picture the enormously pregnant lady trying to hold down four cats to give them deworming pills!) This just so sketches me out that I now feel like I need to re-scrub everything in the house and wash all the sheets and laundry and clean the carpets and whatever else I can think of to get the house less icky before we have two newborns in here.

Meanwhile, my husband is trying to get certain home improvement projects finished before the twins arrive and there is project debris all over the house, from scrap lumbar and trim in the basement to aluminum sheeting in the kitchen to wallpaper scraps in the ground floor bathroom and it is about to send me over the edge because I can't clean where he's got this crap piled up and I don't have any place to put it.

And my daughter, who is normally an extremely mellow kid, must be picking up on my crunch-time mentality because she has picked this week to become a "developmentally on target" 2 1/2 year old. She's cutting all four of her last baby molars at the same time so I'm sure that's not helping her disposition. I am trying to be as empathetic as my waddley self can be, but I definitely find myself saying "no," "stop that," and other things like that much, much more than I normally do when dealing with her.

I have a list of a million things to do this afternoon and the only one I'm all that interested in accomplishing is a nap. That will have to wait at least until after I deworm the cats though... Pregnant lady feline wrestling, here I come!

Monday, May 22, 2006

Just Can't Decide

I'm sitting at my computer with my latest bout of pregnancy insomnia, struggling to decide what to ramble on about at this particular moment and I just can't decide. There's the funny, yet simultaneously frustrating episode that occurred in the grocery store parking lot this week involving our cursed minivan, a 19 year old girl driving her dad's SUV and some duct tape. It's a good story and I probably should add it in here, but there's also the latest book I'm reading which alternately has me nodding my head in sympathetic agreement or shaking my head in utter disbelief-- Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety-- which would make for a spirited blog entry, no doubt. There's my incredible excitement at my impending home visit from my midwives tomorrow afternoon which marks the "all clear" point for our home birth plans or possibly my current curious obsession with finding a decent book on parenting twins that doesn't completely offend me with its inhumane Ferber/Ezzo-like tone (do I really need a book or can I just trust my instincts and follow my heart?) There's my husband's recent unscheduled pay raise which I am hoping convinces him to de-stress a little and remember that even if the housing market really does slow down and his company needs to trim a little construction manager fat, he doesn't even come close to resembling cellulose to his boss and is not in danger of being on the chopping block. There's the string of random old friends I have randomly heard from in the last week for various random reasons as they've emailed to let me know the latest random event that is affecting their lives (i.e, new baby, finishing up grad school, new job etc.) since I last heard from them. There's my take on the string of series and season finales I've been watch over the last few weeks, so fantastic, others seriously lacking. There's the......

.....sheesh. I think I just figured out the reason for my insomnia-- there's the brain that just can't shut up! Maybe it's time to get back in bed and just hush up!

Friday, May 05, 2006

Random Morning Thought

If people were to try to guess how old I am from reading my blog, would they think I am older or younger than I am actually? Hmmm....

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Home Stretch(marks)

So I am now almost 33 weeks pregnant with my crazy beautiful twins and I kid you not when I say I am huge! More specifically my belly is huge. I mean, move over Santa Claus, your bowl full of jelly pales in comparison to my enormous, constantly wiggling belly full of babies! With less than two months to go, I cannot imagine what this belly of mine will look like by the time I actually go into labor.

I am actually very, very impressed with my awesome body during this pregnancy. I am eight months pregnant with twins, still up and running around and not a sign of any issues whatsoever. My blood pressure is amazing and I don't even have any swelling. Besides the evening fatigue and the sporadic insomnia, I have little to complain about. Just like the one character from Birth: The Play loves to say-- "MY BODY ROCKS!"

Good nutrition, regular chiropractic and prenatal care, and a healthy positive attitude have carried me a long way. Now I just have a little further to go and I am starting to get really excited about their arrival. Of course I have alist of things I'd like to get done before they are born and realistically it probably wont all happen, but that's alright because that list will keep me occupied until they do decide to make their entrance-- or exit depending on your perspective.

Mother of three- here I come!