This week I:
-moved back to utah for the summer. third move in 6 months, and i'll have another one in 4 months again.
-temporarily moved into my parents until wyatt gets here on monday and we can move back into this house once again.
-spent 5+ hours scouring that glorious, but exhausting ikea to buy:
2 gulliver cribs
one leka baby gym
2 kompisar bumpers (which mom declared as "institutional looking" and insist i keep looking)
one twin mattress for tate
one twin down comforter for tate + pillow
one nightstand for tate
one sideboard table
one dining room table
4 dining room table chairs
one lamp for tate
one lamp for twins
-spent the next day stocking up on all those baby essentials x2 for the boys. 14 bottles a day is what i estimated for. 2 new infant car seats. 2 new vibrating seats. a pile of binky's, and about a million burp rags.
-never thought i'd be 30 weeks and just getting the chance to prepare for two new babies
wyatt gets in on monday with our car full of what we took to michigan, and having just a little over a month to study for the biggest test he'll take in med school. good timing on our part, right?:) this weekend i have planned to (hire buff dad's and brothers in law) to move all our furniture + boxes that have been in storage for the past two years... back into our house.... just for the summer (until we'll get to do it all over again in august, across country:) anyone want to take bets on whether or not we'll even get unpacked by the time we have to pack up again? it's comical, really.
my back aches
my legs ache
my head aches
and completely overwhelmed by all that still needs to happen in order to feel "prepared" and somewhat calm about their arrival. basically i'm freaking out. and please don't tell me when they come that's all that will matter and everything else will just fall into place, because i'll just call your bluff. i'd like to at least have unpacked my pots + pans before i'm having to sterilize those 14 bottles. and heaven forbid i have something cute hung up in their room to make it feel somewhat cozy. why do we have to move across the country TWICE, have twins, sell our house (oh, I didn't mention that?), and have wyatt's most important medical test all in the same summer?
(wow, i'm really holding nothing back this post, am i?)
just to reassure you i'm actually not suicidal like i might sound, this cooky kid is keeping me smiling and laughing still.
and if you wanted to bring me a box of girl scout cookies that would also keep me smiling.