Home Sweet Lonely Home

I’m back after two days with my niece and nephew. It’s late, I’m tired, and I still have to do the closet-check, shower-check, room-check, etc., since Nicole is still away and who knows where interlopers might be hiding. I had a really nice time, but I was reminded how two children can be chaos at times. It’s exhausting. In the best of circumstances it is tiring to follow them around, but carrying around these babies and being out of fighting form, I feel like such a aunt failure. I spent much of my time supervising from a reclined position on the couch, asking the kids if they wanted to watch Dora or Little Einsteins. Though I did make sure to take them in the backyard and to the playground both days.

My nephew adorably asks about the babies all the time and says hello to them. He also asked me if I have a blanket in my tummy to keep them warm. We have already established that they have no bed and no toys in there. My niece showed her interest by whacking me in the stomach (in a friendly way, of course) with all her toddler might. She has such personality. And brute strength.

The babies had a party in the middle of the night, which made sleep difficult, not that I mind. It is, for me, the best reason for insomnia. I think Baby B might have actually made the turn and has moved out of the breech position and into the head-down position, like her sister. The possibility of not having a C section makes me very happy.

Look at me, talking all positive and imagining births and baby dresses and chaos. I’m thinking so positively that I am actually feeling nervous about giving birth and raising two girls.

Tonight I drove myself home, drop off the car at the garage and amble back to the apartment at a pace significantly slower than usual, thanks to my child-induced lethargy. As I come home tonight, the doorman tells me immediately that he has bad news. No hello or anything. About 60 horrible thoughts race through my mind (each more morbid than the last) until he says the elevator is not working. Not so bad, I think, considering what I was imagining, but then I realized I’d have to haul myself (and my bag of things-I-couldn’t-live-without-for-two-days-which-turns-out-to-be-too-much) up six flights of stairs, which is not an easy task for me these days.

It’s good to be home. Lonely, yes, but good nonetheless. Nicole is home tomorrow night, then we are off to the resceduled car appointment all day on Saturday (sarcastic: joy) and then Sunday is our anniversary (real joy). And then another sonogram

Pictured above is Skye, indulging in a Breakfast of Champions (a donut!); just one of the privileges of being my niece. Below is an adorable dress that my SIL’s sister made for Skye. I think I need to commission her to make lots of those dresses our babies! Isn’t it cute? I am hoping it is too small for Skye and can pass right down to me.