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Today Shae and I finally went in for our first "real" ultrasound. We've gotten a look at the babies on our trips to see the doc, but today we went to see a specialist and got to take a look using a much better ultrasound machine. That means we were able to tell the sex(es) of the babies today. If you want to find out too, you'll have to put up with my recap first.

Thanks to awesome scheduling, our appointment was at 1:45, so I got to take half a day off of work (Shae does all the "work" and I get time off...go me). While Shae filled out the insurance paperwork, I looked for a magazine to read. All I had to choose from were pregnancy magazines and US Weekly (I guess there aren't too many men visiting this office), so I got to learn that famous people are "Just Like Us!" (they drink coffee, jog, and buy food...who knew?).

Eventually we got into the exam room and Shae jumped up on the table. The technician spread some gel all over my wife's stomach and we took a look at our babies. The quality of the ultrasound was way better than the little one our doc had used, and it was pretty cool to see the kids so much more clearly. We thought we were in for a quick look at the kids and then we'd find out the sex(es). Not so much. The technician took measurements and pictures of pretty much every body part you can imagine: arms, legs, heart (one of each side), head, brain, skeleton, kidneys, bloodflow (with pretty colors...oohh...ahhh), genitalia, and probably some I can't remember right now. After seeing pretty much every view of Baby A we could imagine, we finally got the one we wanted. If you can't tell from the pic, Baby A is a girl.


After we were done looking at Baby A, we went through the whole thing again with Baby B. Everything was pretty much the same, except for a pretty substantial difference (I'll give you a hint: it rhymes with "schmenis"):


So, to recap, Shae got ultrasound gel in every crack and crevice imaginable, I got half a day off work, and we found out we're having a boy and a girl. We were (not so) secretly hoping for one of each so we're really excited. Lunchbox gets a brother to play with him and a sister to dress him up; he's really excited (or it could have just been excitement over dinner, it's hard to tell). We didn't get sent home with all of the pics (they got sent to our doctor), but we got quite a few. You can take a look at them here.

Poops & Pickles

I guess my last post was a day too early. Today's words of wisdom from the prego:

• (Jabbing her stomach) "Our babies can hear us now if we talk directly to them. Babies! Wake up! I'm going to keep them awake so when they're born they'll sleep a lot."
  
  
• (At dinner) "Did you know if you drink a bunch of carrot juice in the morning your babies will like carrots? Our babies are going to like chicken noodle soup and mac & cheese. And chai tea frappuccinos. Ooohh...that mac and cheese looks good!" (The kid at the table across from us had a plate of macaroni and cheese.)
  
  
• (Still at dinner) "Our babies can hear my bowel movements now. And they can recognize mine." (At this point I tried to figure out what other bowel movements they could hear, but decided not to go there.) "Oh, and they can smell things too." (I don't know if those statements are related or not, but they came out back-to-back so I'm assuming they are.)
  
  
• "They need to make chocolate covered pickles. Ooh! With peanut butter! Yeah...chocolate covered pickles filled with peanut butter. They have to be Bubbies pickles though."
  

Odds & Ends

Well, it's been another quiet week so there's not a lot to update. That being said, if I don't write something I have to hear about it from my mother so here are a few tidbits from the last few days.

• My mom came into town last weekend for Mother's Day. That's right, while some children travel to see their mom on Mother's Day I make my mom fly down to San Diego. We had a good time, and it was a nice relaxing weekend. Happy Mother's day mom!
  
  
• Lunchbox was a superstar at CGC class on Sunday. If the test had been last week he would have passed it no problem. Of course he probably wasted his good day three weeks early, but at least he was back to his top dog ways at least for one class.
  
  
• Shae is starting to show. A lot. In the last week or so the twins have definitely started to grow a lot faster (or at least Shae's stomach has started to grow a lot faster). I think she's finally passed the awkward "pregnant or fat" stage. Congratulations Shae. Hopefully I'll get a good prego-Shae pic to post one of these days.
  
  
• If you've been to our house you've probably noticed the unmaintained median, complete with palm trees that look like they haven't been trimmed in 20 years or so. So today Shae called at work me all excited because there were city workers out trimming the palm trees. Apparently they got bored pretty quick because they trimmed one tree and called it a day.
  

That's about it for now. Sorry there's nothing more exciting to share. Blame Shae for not giving me more deep thoughts to share.

Pillow Talk

As I was drifting off to sleep last night around 11, the little voice in my bed decided it was time to share more fun facts and thoughts:

"Did you know that our babies can't open their eyes? They can see through their eyelids because their skin is really thin. Does that mean that their skin is growing in and that before this they didn't have any skin at all? Gross."

"I have my seat really far forward in my car (to reach the pedals) and I'm really close to the steering wheel. My stomach is already almost touching the wheel. What am I going to do when I get really pregnant? If I move the seat back I can't reach the pedals. Am I going to need blocks on the pedals so I can reach them? Maybe I'll just recline my seat and drive gansta' style. What should my gansta' name be? Baby Momma? Shizzle?"

Stay tuned for more deep thoughts from Shizzle.

Flashing

I think it really might be time to take away Shae's access to the Internet; this is getting ridiculous. I was doing my standard pacing while talking on the phone and Shae asked me to get her a flashlight. I didn't think anything of it at that moment, but why in the hell does someone sitting on the couch watching TV need a flashlight? So I grabbed the flashlight, gave it to Shae, and went back to my pacing. When I finished up my phone call and got back to the couch, there was my wife shining the flashlight on her belly. Apparently she read that the babies can sense light now and if you shine a flashlight you can make them swim around. It's not enough for Shae to wake me up when I'm trying to sleep, now she feels the need to annoy the babies to. I guess she actually did feel them move around a little. She said she could feel them "kind of flutter", whatever that means.

Fuzzy Babies

I think it's pretty obvious that the Internet has a lot of uses. I personally waste more time that I would like to admit surfing the web, and it's hard to imagine life before you could answer almost any question that came up with a 30 second search. So yeah, the Internet is super.

That being said, I don't think Shae should be allowed to go online anymore. It seems like all she ever does anymore is search the web for baby info. This wouldn't be a problem, except she seems to feel the need to share the grossest tidbits with me when I'm trying to go to sleep. Here's some of the "highlights" from last night's sharing session:

• Apparently, the babies are covered in fur (aka "downy hair"). Between Shae and I these kids are destined to be hairy, but I guess right now they're like tiny hairy monkeys.
  
• You know what they do with that hair? They shed it into the amniotic fluid they're swimming in. Then they drink the fur-fluid and poop/pee it back out into their sac.
  
• So, to clarify that, the kids poop/pee into their own sac and then swim around in it (and also drink it I guess).

Who knows, maybe without the Internet Shae would be buying all the books with this info and waking me up with her gross facts anyway. I do know that the web makes it a lot easier for her to load up on info while watching TV on the couch. There are actually a lot more fun facts Shae has shared over the last few months, but I can't remember them right now.

On a Lunchbox related note, I don't think he knows about the Internet yet. On Thursday he found a roll of stamps and ate about 15. To follow that up, he ate one of our checkbooks on Friday. I think he's trying to place an order from a mail-order magazine. I'm just waiting for him to crap out a filled out order form in an addressed envelope (with full postage of course).

And finally, this weekend is our neighborhood's big yard sale. Apparently they do this every year, and there are tons of people selling stuff all over the neighborhood. We took the LB out for a nice walk and browsed most of the yard sales, but most of the good stuff was gone (if there was any good stuff to start with). Shae found some stuff for The Learning Garden, but that was about it. We were hoping to find some good baby stuff, but we hit up about 30 yard sales and found nothing. Oh well.

Other than that, there isn't much going on. Work is fine (for both of us), Lunchbox is fine (and retaking his Canine Good Citizenship class), the babies seem to be doing great, and Shae is starting her nesting (she's currently making some picture frames for their bedroom).