So Shoe Me

Lies, lies, lies, yeah...

So, I've taken to lying.  You know, to strangers.  Who ask questions.  Because answering their questions ends up getting into some pretty personal, none of their business, awkward conversation-having.  Yes, I see the irony of having this discussion on a public blog, but it is just different than when I'm at a Target, and some random person overhears me say triplets and they come up and say "Oh my gosh are they natural??" 

I mean, I understand the question.  I think most people are hoping it wasn't natural, because if it was, then perhaps their own odds of being struck with triplets increases?  But, really - what does it matter how I ended up with triplets? 

Here's how the conversation typically goes if I let it progress with no lies:

Random Stranger:  Wow - you must be almost ready!  When's your due date?

Me: June 15th.

RS: (horrified and confused look), um, oh!  really?

Me: I know.  I'm huge.  It's triplets.

RS:  TRIPLETS?!!  (insert various response here) You poor thing! / How exciting! / Wow! / Were you surprised!? ....

Then the question invariably is one of two variarions: 1) Do multiples run in your family?  (To which I have started answering... "Now they do"  or 2) ARE THEY NATURAL?  DID YOU DO FERTILITY??

I mean - hello, random stranger... I really don't want to discuss question number 2 with you.  Because, typically, if I give them the real answer?  Immediately, I get the nodding of the head and the unspoken judgment of "well, she asked for this."  So, I've taken to lying to shut the conversation down.  Depending on how nosey vs. nice the person is / my responses to these last two questions have been lately : Yes, multiples run in my family.  Yep they are natural.  No, no fertilty, I'm just old.   The other day, while getting my toes done with my daughter some guy who I did not know asked me if it was fertility treatments... I pretended not to hear him.  He asked again... I pretended not to hear.  He came right over to where Amelia and I were and asked a third time.  I finally said, "I'm kind of having a day here with my daughter... so, I'm not really up to chatting with you about this."

Sometimes, if I'm particularly NOT IN THE MOOD for a discussion with a stranger about my stomach, I just don't even open the door to the discussion:

RS: Wow - you must be almost ready!  When's your due date?

Me:  Next week.  (Fin)

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Here's the thing.  I've gotten over the shock.  I've mostly gotten over the panic.  I'm in the point of my pregnancy, where I am absolutely over the moon happy about having these three little boys.  So, part of me wants to tell everyone I run into because, it's pretty freaking amazing.  I just wish that was the response I got, and I might be more willing just to be straightforward. 

And to the lady in the shoe department at Macy's who upon hearing my news said "Oh I am so jealous, I want a little boy and you get three!" ... Thank you.

 

23 weeks.

Another week, another appointment and all continues to go well.  This week, the 3 boys were all conspiring and had managed to get themselves into a position where all of their heads were right together. 

Apparently they are already planning little boy schemes.  Too cute. 

Only Baby B was willing to pose for a photo, as the other two turned away from the camera and were uninterested in saying hi.

I'm continuing to grow daily to the point where almost everyone I encounter thinks I'm due any minute.  (The stupid comments, highly invasive questions and judmental responses from strangers will be featured in an upcoming blog post.)

Here I am today:

I'm pretty much straight out front as you can see from this view:

And from the top?

Where are my feet?  I have to kick them out to enjoy my cute shoes and toes today:

22 weeks

Had our 22 week appointment today and everything continues to progress very well.  The boys are all measuring about 23 weeks big, weighing in at 1.6 lbs, 1.5 lbs., and 1.3 lbs each.  They are all in breech position, apparently liking to be head up.  Since we're not going to be doing a "natural" childbirth, the position in there matters much much less. 

I'm pretty uncomfortable most of the day, cannot tie my shoes and I don't know that Mike will ever recover from seeing me trying to put some socks on the other morning.  When I was pregnant with Amelia, even when I was big, I seemed to have more mobility.  But, I am just so FULL OF BABY, that there is no give when I bend down to try and touch my toes.  Here's some frightening perspective for you.

Me - today - 22 weeks:

Me at 22 weeks 7 years ago with Amelia

I KNOW.... RIGHT?????

I don't even attempt to put those pants on now, and that was not even a maternity shirt. 

We got some sweet baby boy photos today

Baby A

 

Baby B

And Baby C

Baby B and C (left side and right side / upper babies respectively) were hanging out kind of sitting next to each other, and we got a photo of them side - by- side.  This is a ... we .... view from below.

Keep the good thoughts coming that they just keep growing and doing well, and I find more slip on shoes.

My little Howard Cosell

Watching TV with Amelia is like living with a color commentator - she talks through every show with comments and questions. Watching ice dancing today was no different.

- she didn't fall she meant to do that (and when I challenged her ...) yes, I saw the practice
- so many sparkles! I would wear that every day
-why does that boy have long hair?
- i hope she's not dizzy
- I saw her underwear!
- why isn't anyone dancing to "Moves like Jagger?"
-that dress is too small
- I hope they are married because they are touching a lot

We pause this pregnancy update for a musical interlude.

Most people that know me know that my musical tastes trend towards 70's through 90's.  I rarely listen to new music, and most of my Pandora stations are the ones I probably would have had in high school. (ie: Howard Jones, Oingo Boingo, the Ramones). 

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I've been doing different music every day so the boys can be well rounded.  Amelia listens to what I listen to for the most part in the car on the way to school.  Hearing these songs through her ears does make me realize the ridiculousness of some of these old songs.  This was extremely apparent as I tried to explain to her who exactly were the jealous people in Dimple Tee's Jealous Fellas.  "Who's Jealous Momma?  The singers are Jealous of the Fellas?  Why?  Who is Jealous of them?  Why are they Jealous?  Jealous of their singing?"

The other day driving to school we were listening to a mix CD and some Pandora and her comments were cracking me up:

867-5308/Jenny - Tommy Tutone: "Momma I bet she got a lot of calls after this song.  I think she must be on the phone all the time now."

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen: "I know who is crazy.  The boys are crazy about the thing called love because they have to deal with the girls."

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' - Journey: "I love na-na-na songs but they don't say much, do they?"