Archives for May 2009

Mother’s Day

Today was mother’s day. Two interesting things happened when we went to church. The first was that we were a few minutes late, and so we had to squeeze our way through the pews to find a seat because nobody moves inwards to actually let you sit on the end… it’s kind of like a precious “aisle” seat on an airplane, except that in this case the end-seats are reserved for the sprinting team. Those are the people who sprint out of the church as soon as we have communion.

Most of the time, this does not matter, since we get there on-time, or because squeezing past is no big deal. However, when one squeezes past others to get to a seat, different people have differing views on whether it is better to face the people as you squeeze past, or to turn your back towards them as you do so. I like to turn my back to them because I can hold onto the seat in front and keep from falling over and sitting in their lap. Momma likes to face them, thinking it less impolite than waiving one’s derriere past a row of strangers.

All of that is really quite moot for Momma now, as she is presently wider from front-to-back than she is from left to right. So that means that she can either thwub the noses of everybody she passes, else bop the heads of the people in the seat up front. Of course, the thought of people sliding down for a pregnant woman did not appear to enter their minds.

The second thing was that at the end of the mass, Father asked all mothers and women caring for children to stand for a blessing. Momma did not want to stand up, despite a belly bigger than a water melon. Even the woman on Momma’s other side, whom we did not know, looked at Momma and said “You should stand up.” So even though you two are not born yet, I think we still get credit for being parents at this point.

Well, at least Momma does… I still get strange looks when I tell people that we’re expecting twins in less than two months. They invariably look at MY belly and wonder whether I’m crazy, or if I’m simply not showing at all! Somehow, the notion that I have a wonderful, caring, loving, kind, beautiful, smart, sensitive, soft, warm, and joyful partner who is carrying the children does not cross their mind. Nor, for some reason, does it occur to them that perhaps we would be adopting. The net effect is that if or whenever I mention the joyous occasion of your pending births, it invariably takes a wee bit more explaining than it would for most women. But if you think that’s weird, just wait until the two of us start showing up for the local Catholic School PTA meetings!

In the mean time, I’ve been rethinking an earlier post about what I want you two to call me. Earlier, I was leaning towards Emtu (M2), but on second thought, I don’t think that I want to go through life with a name that places me in a secondary, rather than co-equal role with Momma. Meanwhile, we still don’t have solid names for the two of you either, so I suppose that it’s only fair that I don’t have one for me yet either.


Babies come with lots of accouterments. Well, sort of. You don’t actually “come with” anything, but there’s a lot of stuff that we need to get in order to prepare for your arrival. We have (had?) a guest room in our house that went empty 99% of the time, save the few occasions that we’ve had a friend or family member stay overnight. So, of course, it makes sense that we convert this room into “the baby room.” At this point, you two have yet to even arrive, and already the number of things accumulating in your room is growing.

There are stuffed animals, a “Boopie”, a baby-monitor, some bottles, and we just got you a crib the other day too. Still on the list is a whole mess of diapers, a stroller for two, baby-seats for the car and extra seat-bases so that we can switch between cars, and a whole mess of other things.

In fact, I made a trip into Babies-R-Us the other day and found it quite overwhelming. There were literally several thousand square feet of stuff for little people. Granted, not all of it was for newborns, since they sell stuff for youngsters as well, but it was still quite intense. The isle with baby-seats alone must have had 20 or more different kinds, and likewise with the strollers. Some stuff we’re getting used at various sales to help manage costs, but any way you slice it, you two are going to introduce such an immense and vast quantity of “stuff” into this household as to make it nearly unrecognizable over the next few years. And then, just when we start getting used to it, chances are we’ll end up moving to a bigger house!