Steady as she goes...

So far, so good. The Missus is still doing fine as we approach 28 weeks. We're able to feel Speed and Trixie moving around when we put our hands on top of them. It's a feeling both awe-inspiring and a little bit icky. I don't know how you women put up with having alien creatures bebopping and scatting around inside of you.

I went by the Leesburg Police Department this week and had Officer McCartney show me how to put car seats into my Accord. (I wanted to make sure they fit.) Seeing those baby seats in my car is both awe-inspiring and a little bit icky. Icky, because I can just imagine what my bambinos are going to do to my up-until-now immaculate leather back seats.

Some pictures of the Missus

The Missus is still in the hospital, but she and the twins are doing fine at this point. I took a couple of pictures of her today. I snapped a pic on one of the rare occasions when she was out of bed (in this case heading for the bathroom.) The second picture was taken outside, on her weekly wheelchair ride. It was a beautiful day in Fairfax, and she got to enjoy some sun. (Click on the pic for a bigger version.

Bedside blogging

Thanks to the convenience of a loaned laptop (thanks Patty!) I'm able to engage in a little hospital blogging. As I type, the Missus is reading a magazine, and watching golf with me. She's in good spirit, but misses a lot of things: fresh air, her house, her bed, HGTV, TiVo, her car, non-hospital food and her husband. Not in that specific order of course.

Today was a typical Saturday visit. I stopped by a little restaurant in Merrifield called La Choza to pick up some of the previously mentioned non-hospital food. For today I got her a half a rotisserie chicken, rice and beans, and an order of sweet plantains. I picked up an order of chorizo sausage and rice for her Sunday dinner.

The aroma of the food filled the elevator but I was able to extract myself from the ravenous crowd. Fortunately there are plenty of powered doors in a hospital, since I was weighed down with food in one hand and clean laundry in the other.

I helped her eat some of the chicken for lunch. The lady that brings the hospital lunch showed up as we were already chowing down. She laughed, knowing that her pitiful delivery would not be touched. I stashed the arroz con chorizo in the unit's fridge for tomorrow.

Next the Missus took her three-minute shower. I always time her. Three minutes and one second is not acceptable. The nurse changed her bedding, finishing the bed in a shorter time than it took me to change her pillow covers.

Soon it was time for the weekly wheelchair ride. I had to scout around for a chair--I finally lifted one from the volunteer office. The old folks there chased me, but I am much faster and managed to get away. The Missus climbed in the chair and we took a half-hour tour of the hospital, including the new but spookily empty Surgical and Heart Institute lobbies. We spent only a few minutes outside for some fresh air. She enjoys the time outside the best, but it was pretty chilly and I didn't want to take a chance with Speed and Trixie getting a cold.

When we got back, the nurse was ready to check vitals. The Missus had her temp and blood pressure checked and then the best part: we got to listen to the babies' heartbeats. Both were fine, although Trixie kept kicking and/or hitting at the microphone, and Speed had the hiccups. That's always pretty cool.

That's a pretty typical weekend day. Nine (or so) more weeks to go!

25 Weeks

Speed and Trixie are now at 25 weeks and doing fine. The Missus is really feeling them bebopping around inside, kicking at her various internal organs. Our goal is to get them to at least 34 weeks, which would be right around the Missus's birthday, May 11th. The longer they stay in the better.

It is suprisingly, and amazingly, cool to actually feel them moving, which we've just started to be able to do. It does surprise me how attached I already feel to them.

That's all for now. I'll try to update more often, but things are pretty busy right now!

Quick Update

The Missus is still in the hospital, hanging out, waiting for the babies to get older. Other than being somewhat bored, she is doing fine. According to today's sonogram, the babies are doing fine too. They are up to 1 lb. 10 oz. each, which I am told is, as Goldilocks said, just right.

I'll try to post some pictures soon. As you can tell, my blogging time has been limited lately.

Later.