The surgery has been postponed. Apparently it's a red flag in regards to anesthesia to have a slight fever (99.4) and been exposed to Swine Flu when you're only two months. But before officially telling us we needed to leave, a dozen nurses and orderlies came by to "ooh" and "aah" over two month old twin boys.
So far the babies don't seem to have it. They are a bit fussy. It could be me though being sleep-deprived and under the weather.
I have a hole in my front tooth. again.
My house smells like poop. again.
I'm longing for the days when there were only 17 loads of laundry in one week. I shudder to think about how many there are now. I wash so many burp cloths (which are actually our cloth diaper prefolds) that I contemplate making a permanent home for them in the laundry room until the babies have passed the drench-you-with-spit-up phase.
I need to shampoo my living room area rug.
Let's play a game. Which of the following is a lie?
1. Danny said to Baby A (who yes has a name), "You are your own worst enemy."
2. Nikki went to the doctor with visible homemade nursing pads showing through a stained white shirt that had multiple holes.
3. There are 7 loads of clean laundry in my room waiting to be folded.