This past weekend I got a multitude of good mail. I received cards from two dear friends: Laura at The Peanut Patch my bloggy friend, and my friend Anne-Marie, an Air Force friend who moved away. Both were wonderfully uplifting and encouraging cards. Thank you so much!
I also received my new apron I ordered from Smockity Frocks blog. It is the Roses and Gingham apron and ADORABLE! Bun was especially excited for me to have a new apron. He said, "You got a new apron?! Now you can make us something!" Gabbers was a little disappointed that this does not necessarily mean she gets my "old" Strawberries and Gingham apron.
I received a book I ordered from Amazon or eBay or something. The book is called When you're expecting Twins, Triplets, or Quads. I had ordered it when I was expecting triplets. But since I'm still expecting twins, it still applies. This is the best book on having and surviving and thriving in a multiples pregnancy. I felt like my doctor, as wonderful as he is, wasn't qualified to give me instructions on having multiples. I had asked him if I should have more calcium or something. Should I take more vitamins? Drink more water? His reply was to eat whatever I could keep down. But I felt like I really needed more than that. This book talks about how important it is to gain weight and in my case to eat 8 servings of dairy, 10 grain, 4 vegetables, 7 fruits, 2 eggs, 3 servings of meat, and 6 servings of fats, oils, and nuts EVERY DAY. And on top of all that to drink eight 16 oz. glasses of water a day too! It details the direct result of heavier twins that go closer to term.
I decided it was worth a try. When I read it I nearly puked at the thought of that much food- since I can't even eat a whole apple or banana in one sitting. But there were lots of tips and great advice on how to fit the food into my day- and night.
Last night before bed I made a milkshake out of vanilla ice cream, a banana, dash of cinnamon and whole milk. I shared it with the kids and they thought I was the best mom in the whole world!
In the middle of the night when I had to check on Hammie who was having a nightmare, I decided to get a glass of milk since I was up. That kept my nausea in check through the morning. Then Pookie woke me up saying, "You promised to make me a big breakfast." So this morning I made French toast out of a couple loaves of whole wheat bread I made last week and fried them in bacon grease. I was able to keep my best mom in the whole world title. The kids were so excited about the French toast since it had been probably 6 or more months since I last made it. They weren't hardly interested in bananas or other fruit that went along with the "big breakfast." I made an extra loaf and flash froze it on cooling racks in the freezer for a future breakfast.
I'm feeling pretty good about myself this morning. Danny has been gone one day so far. I just have to think about one day at a time instead of an overwhelming 5 weeks.