Things have been crazy and exhausting around here. I had about 4 hours sleep last night but my ensuite bathroom is so clean now that you could eat off just about any surface in there.So it was worth it. The rest of my house however is still trashed. I was sick in bed with food poisoning from Wednesday till Friday, and clever me caught a headcold the same day. So in short I was a big croaky snotty pukey THING! But good news is  I managed to shift those stubborn 2 kilos that I've been carrying around (that being the second chin I grew while pregnant with Joy). The bad news is no one did any cleaning while I was in bed, so lots to catch up on. Also we sold the house in Adelaide! Horray! No Mortgage , for now. And now I have a kitchen to clean so back to work I go

I'm stuck in bed sick today and am very very over it. All I've wanted for months has been a day where the Tman takes care of the girls and I just curl up in bed and sleep, I should be carefull what I wish for. With great skill I have managed to combine a terrible head cold with a stomach bug. I miss food. I miss not vomitting every time I stand up.

OK enough whinning, back to sleep I think.

Its way too hot to be doing anything. 40 degrees today. Girls are mega grumpy and very unhelpful when it comes to packing. Boy is sleeping so he can drive tonight. Have to be all packed by 7tonight, followed by about 10 hours travel time. Did I mention it was hot and I can't be bothered.

So here is the new schedule now that Joy has dropped her last night time feed.

6.25 Tman and I wake up
6.30 Wake Joy and feed/diaper - While T hangs out diapers
7.15 girls wake up. Diaper, bottle, breakfast With help from husband before he leaves for work
8.00 Joy diaper
8.15 Joy bed
9.00 girls diapers
9.45 Wake  Joy, feed.
11.00 All 3 girls diapers
11.30 Joy in bed. Prepare lunch for girls
12.00 Girls lunch
12.30 Diapers for girls
1.00 GIrls in bed. Joy wakes up, bottle.
1.45ish Clean up girls mess and have lunch
2.30 Joy diaper
2.45 Joy bed
3.00girls wake up, diapers, snack.
4.15 Joy wakes and bottle
5.00 All 3 diapers
6.00 Joy in bed. Girls dinner, bath, bottle. With help from awesome husband!
7.15 Girls in bed
7.30 Joy wakes, bottle and bed
8.15 Put on diaper load (set to start washing at 5am)
Clean up
Recover

The only flaw in the plan is the hot weather causing the girls to drink LOTS more than usual, thus creating many more diapers and emergency baths  when they strip during nap time.

Today while I was watching the girls eat their lunch Rose kept handing me up pieces of her chicken. I shook my head and said "No no honey, that's for you. That goes in Rose's belly". She gave me a look of understanding and then proceeded to lift up her shirt and smoosh the chicken onto her belly. Hmm, I think I will choose my words more carefully next time.

In other news we put in an application for a house in Melbourne today. Hopefully we will find out tomorrow if we were successful. Its very scary applying for a place you have never seen.

Wow, I can't believe we will be in Melbourne by the end of this month. We still don't have a house lined up but we have narrowed our list of suburbs down considerably. Tman only has one week left at his old job and then we can really dedicate all our energy to the move. The prospect of driving to Melbourne from Adelaide (8 hours + breaks) with 3 under 2 year olds is slightly terrorfying. At the moment we are writting out lots of lists to make sure we have the car so very well organised that we will be able to handle any unexpected disaster that may happen.

Anyway my pizza is here so I gotta run.

Got up early this morning and was suprised to hear the girls awake and crying. Very strange. Made breakfast bottles and went in to see Rose pointing to a big ol' piece of poo! YUK! That was only the beginning. They were covered, and I mean covered from the waist down. It wasn't until I had both girls naked in front of the bath and was wiping them down with baby wipes that I discovered the cause. The girls love love love sultanas AND the day before yesterday I was too lazy to pick the corn out of the veggie mix I fed them for lunch. And yesterday they stole most of my whole grain sandwich I was eating for lunch. Now try and guess the three very whole ingrediants that I was wiping off my poor baby girls.

I think their poor bodies just couldn't handle all that roughage. Now I must go sanitize my very stinky bathroom ::cries::

What would you do if a relative was very obviously favouring one of your children more than the others? Rose is being treated like she is invisable because Izzy is the favourite with this person.  I'm sad for her because soon she will be old enough to notice. Its been going on since the early days. Tman and I  have made efforts to prove ourselves wrong in the hope it was all in our heads. We will pass this person Rose and they will give her immedietly to someone else and go and grab Izzy. This person even picked her up at a family gathering and said "Her's my favourite" while all the other kids and parents looked at each other wondering if they realised. I realise Rose can be very intraverted but I see that as a reason to try and develop a relation ship with her not to just say its easier to get giggles and attention from Izzy and stop trying. I am now certain its not just my imagination but what can I do about it?

I am attempting a quick post while I cook my dinner and Joy naps (hopefully) in the rocker.  This is her mega fussy time of night. It just so happens to coincide with the time of night that I stop making milk. Total pain in the butt. I get to 5pmish in the afternoon and then I'm pretty much useless to her. We try another feed about an hour later but that isn't too good either. This usually leads to a very loooong start to the night. Not to mention alot of cold dinners for me. So tomorrow I start expressing during the day and hopefully I can give her a nice big feed to fall asleep on tomorrow night. I would have tried it sooner but I wanted to wait until she was a bit more compatent at feeding.

Well dinner is ready, so I gotta run!

I just got my new medicare card in the mail. 3 years ago it only had 1 name on it and now it has 5. That spins me out a little.

I cant wait to see my sister and her bunch tomorrow. The girls are going to have so much fun together. Its not often, if ever, that the girls get to play with other kids their own age. I hope they behave :) Hopefully Alfie doesn't feel to overwhelmed by all these crazy girls. Mum is managing to turn this whole event into a big old drama but hopefully when they finally get her things will run smoothly.

Meanwhile Miss Joy has been a bit of a princess lately. 2am till 4am is drama time. Oh well, at least she is getting better at feeding so I don't have to worry that its because she is starving.

I miss coffee! Oh and chocolate.

You've gotta love it when you just finish doing a diaper. A horrendous, giant, explosive mess of a diaper. That leaked through layers of clothing. But you get through it and then start on diaper number two. And just when you see a finish line in the distance you look down to see the occupent of the just replaced diaper number 1, straining, pushing and bubbling  away at your feet. Hmmf! This is why god made babies cute right?

Anyway. Yesterday I had my assesment at the hospital and it was concluded that if I don't go naturally into labour by next friday that they will do a ceasarian (sp?). This is after taking a bunch of things into consideration from the last delivery and the complications that followed. Apparently they can't induce you if you've already had a ceasarian. So 8 more days max. I 'm pretty excited. But holy crap I need to get my little nest organised. It's a dump. I took 2 days off house work, except dishes, and the place looks like bears live here.
 
Well that's it for now, I'm going to do some hunting and gathering. Only 8 days left to fatten the little princess up :)

I am finally admitting defeat. I just went through my wardrobe and threw away/donated/ebayed all my skinny clothes. All my old tops that ended at the belly button are gone for good. I refuse to be the chick with the bum crack showing and the muffin top so I'm stopping it before it starts. I am now shopping in the Mum of 3 section.

Man that's scary. Mum of 3. We are gonna be out numbered.

In other news I really got my hopes up this afternoon. The Tman and I went for a really long walk with the girls around the neighborhood. Mostly because I was feeling really really sore from over doing the housework. Also I have been the queen of leg and back cramps in the last week or so. My muscles just keep freezing up on me. So anyway I was really achy on the walk and when we got home it got alot worse. We're talking killer back ache and what felt like severe period pain that kept coming and going. So my hopes were so high that it would keep going and we would be having a baby sometime in the next 24 hours. But. Alas, I have recovered fully.

There is something not right about being in pain and WANTING it to get worse. Oh well never mind.

Finally for the last couple of nights at around 2am I have been driven crazy by this incessent snoring. I roll over and give my husband the usual sharp jab in the ribcage to make him stop but he doesn't.  Then I realise that it's coming from the baby monitor. So I drag my ass out of bed  to the girls room and my sweet little Izzy is lying there with her bum in the air, snorring away. I really don't know how everyone else, especially Rose can sleep through it. And it is sooo much louder in their room, so its not just the monitor being up too high.  Luckily though her snoring can be stopped in much the same was as the Tmans. I just keep poking at her till she changes position and it stops. Poor girl.

I think I'll run away and load the dishwasher and climb into bed now, before I start going cross eyed from starring at this screen for too long.

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I am in so much pain tonight. So so much. I really wish it ment something and counted for something. But unfortunately I think this is just what you get for having two  baby girls that  climb on you like a jungle gym all day long.

I had a hospital appointment yesterday and they said that baby girl 3 was locked and loaded and ready to go. And she weighs more than the twins did when they were born, so, come on already.

If I have to wait 4 more weeks I may not have any muscles left to push a baby out with.

Oh, and last night I discoved....

STRETCH MARKS!!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

So not fair. How can I survive a twin pregnancy without stretch marks and now with only 1 month and 3 days left STRETCH MARKS.


Sorry. I'm done with my crycry now. Sorry.

NOTE: The following story may not make any sense when you read it, it barely made any sense when it happened. But hopefully you can understand the events I'm trying to explain.

Poor Tman. Last night while he was sleeping and innocently dreaming away about who knows what  (probably something geeky), this insane woman (thats me) he was sleeping next to suddenly screamed and lunged towards him and grabbed hold of his head, with both hands and tried to pull it off his shoulders.

We were both shocked awake by this and very confused. In fact my heart was almost exploding out of my chest because of what I had been dreaming about and then I remembered what had made me do that. When I explained myself to the Tman he was very forgiving and has been giggling about it ever since.

I was in the middle of a very boring dream. So boring that I thought I was awake. In it I was just sitting on the centre seat of the couch. Izzy was bouncing up and down between my knees to some kids show on TV, and Rosemary had climbed onto the seat to my right and was exploring the side drop while I held onto one of her legs so she couldn't go too far over. Rose hasn't really figured out this gravity thing yet and is constantly trying to throw herself over the arm of the couch.

At this point I rolled over in my sleep and I must have opened my eyes just a little and the room is just light enough to make out shapes. Back in my dream I very suddenly realise that my arms are lying limp at my sides. I am not holding on to Rose at all. Then I must have started to wake up and am facing towards T and don't yet realise it. I see this big dark round thing lying ontop of something else and its to my right. Where Rose had been.  

Rose is always in dark denim jeans which to me makes sense as to why I got confused.

So in this half asleep half awake state all I know is that Rose is climbing on the side of the couch. I'm not holding on to her. There is a object to my right which I think is Rosie's dark blue bum on top of the arm cushion of the couch, but is really my husbands dark colored head on top of his pillow. It moves very slightly and I think "NO! She's gonna fall and land on her head!" and then I lunge across the couch/bed and grab hold tight.

Poor Tman. He was so freaked out. I was so freaked out that Rose's butt was covered in curly ringlets of hair. And that it was screaming at me, probably because I tried to pull it towards me. But  like I said, he thought it was funny when I gathered my thoughts together and got my heart back to a normal pace and explained myself.

And I was just happy I didn't drop my girl.

I just about had a mental breakdown today. It was the type of day that I usually love, full of chaos and time consuming disasters. But for some reason, probably my ever expanding waistline, today I just couldn't handle it.

I'm going to say that my girls are officially toddlers. Mostly because I think of babies as being totally innocent, and that to me means they are not capable of making a decision to do something that they know they are not allowed to do. My girls KNOW when they are being naughty. Rose is the perfect example. She KNOWS she is not allowed to climb on the cane setting and chew power cords. So instead of just impulsively doing it, she either waits until I have left the room for a second, in the case of power cords, or in the case of the cane setting, she turns around to see if I'm going to stop her. There is something in that look that says "I know I'm not allowed to do this, but can you really be bothered stopping me" and "this is just me checking to see if the rules still apply".

Maybe I'm reading too much into things.

Anyway. Today was a full on day of toddler fun. All those disasters you always hear about all piled together into one craptastic fun day.

A few of the highlights.

Both girls pooping in the middle of the night. Neither bothered to cry for a diaper change and both waking covered in an insanely bad nappy rash.

At one stage Isabella passed me one of her favorite books. I sat down on the floor and both girls came and sat happily infront of me. I opened up the book only to realise that someone had puked in the pages and then it had all half dried up and gone all funky inside.

About a week ago while the girls were in the bath together, Izzy discovered that Rose had a butt crack. This discovery was very exciting for Izzy. Then the other day she discovered that Rose had a belly button. So today was full of me comforting Rose while Izzy chased her around the house trying to undress her and play with all her parts. Izzy has also started to treat Rose like a doll and constantly tries to feed her and make her lie down and drink from the bottle. Rose is usually pretty good about both these things, but sometimes Izzy is way too rough. And lets face it, you'd be grumpy to if a crazy baby kept trying to pull off your pants and poke you in the bum.

As my sister said though, If she were a singleton she would probably just lift up her own shirt to have a look at whats going on, but, why look at your own bellybutton when there is Rose.

And off coarse. The thing that really made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I look over at Isabella this morning and notice what I originally thought for a fleeting second was a bit of wheatbix stuck on her back. Then realise, Nope. Thats a giant piece of poop.
Its freezing here atm so I run to the other side of the house and turn on the oil heater so their room will be ready for nudity. Run back into the lounge room, where Izzy is rubbing up against the leather sofa.

AHHHHH!

Grab both the girls while trying not to get covered in poo. Lock us all in the bathroom and chuck the girls in the bath. Not before Izzy spreads some poop on the wall tiles. Rosemary by the way has breakfast in her hair so needed a wash too. Plus she would freak if she was made to just watch. Wash the girls up (which I swear is the perfect way to induce labour), drag them into their room and quickly rediaper them while trying to make sure nobody could get anywear near the heater. Drag us all back to the warm,safe, end of the house and am suddenly reminded that their is poop all over the couch. So while distracting the girls with food, I try to clean up dried-on orange poop from my nice cream coloured sofa.

Then tonight as we were all getting ready for bed I found a big old chunk of poop on the lounge room floor. And thanked God that I found it before someone tried to eat it.

So there you go. But we live to tell the tale.

A big ol' glass of red wine would have gone down a treat tonight, but nevermind.

( Its hard to stay mad at these two )