We now have another productive weekend of preparing for the babies under our belts, and this time I even have pictures as proof.
On that note, can I count a spa day as preparing for the babies... and as productive? I'm going to go with yes. I headed to the Woodhouse Spa after work on Friday afternoon for a prenatal massage and pedicure.
Here I am sporting my robe, shortly before I went to the waiting room where I was greeted with a cold beverage of my choosing (ok I chose water) and a heated neck pillow. I'm going to have to get my hands on one of those pillows and then somehow coerce Brian into heating it up and bringing it to me after dinner every night...
The prenatal massage was great, and for those that were wondering how it works, I laid on my back propped up with a wedge pillow, and then rotated from one side to the other for the back massage. It was admittedly not as relaxing since I didn't get to lay on my stomach (my preferred sleeping position!), but she did make a lot of progress working out a knot in my left shoulder that has developed from sleeping almost exclusively on my left side, so I was thankful for that.
I don't have any pictures from the actual pedicure, but here's a great shot I took right before getting out of the car to go to Target afterward. I picked what I thought was a pretty basic pink color but the lady doing my nails commented twice about how unique of a choice it was... anyone else think painting your toes pink 3 weeks before Valentine's Day is unique? Me neither.
All that to say, it was a relaxing way to kick of the weekend- thanks, Brian, for the thoughtful Christmas gift!
Friday evening was spent going through boxes of old baby clothes that my mom gave me to see if there were any we wanted to use for Colby and Clara. This task proved a little more overwhelming than I anticipated as I'm fairly certain my mom kept every single article of clothing my siblings and I ever wore. It was a fun trip down memory lane, although sometimes mildly terrifying, as was the case when we came across this jumper that my brother wore:
Lion or Medusa? You be the judge.
And speaking of throwbacks from the 80s, Brian finished painting the dresser and changing table this weekend! These happened to be pieces of furniture in Allison's and my nursery back in the day, which is why you might not be surprised to learn that the dresser was this color:
That would be the matching yellow crib to the right, which we opted not to keep. It's all Jenny Lind, though, as are the two cribs we are using, so it all still goes together.
The cribs are actually a cherry wood color, but we opted to paint the dresser white. The changing table was actually already white, so Brian gave it a new coat but it's staying white as well.
Here's a picture of Brian hard at work. Meanwhile, I sat inside the house twiddling my thumbs and feeling generally unhelpful. When I told Brian that I felt like I wasn't being productive, he reminded me that growing two babies was productive enough and told me to go rest. Reluctantly, I obliged :)
Oh, and I did also go to the new/pregnant moms tea hosted by our local Parents of Multiples group, and even though there were only 6 of us (only one other of which was pregnant- with triplets!), it was still nice to get to know some moms who have been there/done that with more than one baby... and survived to talk about it! One of them had just had her twins 2 months prior, so I was extra encouraged that she was (a) dressed, (b) outside of the house, and (c) sane.
Other baby updates: we have our next ultrasound with the perinatologist tomorrow afternoon and I would be lying if I said I wasn't fretting about it. We are hopeful that both babies have grown and are continuing to develop appropriately, but in particular that Clara's growth hasn't slowed down at all. I'll be sure to let you all know how it went, but prayers for peace between now and then and for a positive appointment are greatly appreciated!