the traffic report

Well, not only does our relationship get better everyday, we also learn more about each other everyday. For instance, we found out that the way I push a wheelchair effects Lori the same way I drive a car. She gets all stressed out and thinks I'm going to run into everything. She has every reason to think this. During the 45 minutes that I wheeled her around, I managed to run her into the elevator wall, the back of someone's leg, and I almost ran over our guide's foot.

Don't worry, I'll get better. I need to be careful when I push you and those two tiny girls around.

Sweet dreams my pretty wife.

Oh, and I wanted to share something that Lori and I found. We lost it two years ago, but just recently, it's come back into our lives:

Autumn.

Thank you Seattle for having seasons.

Our blog is a long-distance love letter.

It's raining here in Seattle. You might think to yourself--why point it out? Doesn't it always rain in Seattle?

Well, it doesn't. And even when it does, it's not enough so that you hear it on the inside. But right now there's a nice sound of rain hitting windowpanes.

It's 10:32pm, and I'm about to head to the bedroom and call it a night. Just spoke with Ian about 20 minutes ago, and he's settled into Hilliary, Francois, and baby Lucas's place.

I actually just got on to say one thing, because I got a second alert that "anonymous" posted another comment. I thought I'd respond.

I've been meaning to update the blog. Really and truly. We've had a very busy couple of months, and it has been great.

What I was going to say before shuffling off to bed is that because I'm on bed rest and have nothing better to do this weekend, I will absolutely update the blog. I even uploaded pictures before Ian took off this morning, so there are no excuses. And all of the running around I may have done--unpacking, cleaning up, running errands....well, it's kind of gone to pot now that I'm storing my blood flow, energy, and whatever else for the week to make sure B's fluids pick back up.

So, I logged on to say--Anonymous! you win! Check back this weekend! (and tell me who you are), but I noticed that not only is the header different (which Ian showed me this morning), but that he had actually written something!

And not just anything! But a love letter of sorts. I have to say that we just hit the 3 year mark, and man oh man. It's been a good 3 years, but it seriously just keeps getting better and better. If these girls bring even half as much happiness and love into my life as Ian and I already have....well. Watch out world. The seams will burst forth from the house.

My love, I'm being good. I've been drinking so many glasses of water (I refilled the Brita 4 times today already!), and since coming home from the doctor, I've been on my feet for probably 10 minutes all-in-all. If that! The only thing I will suffer from at all this week is (1) boredom. And (2) missing you.

But, I am so so so happy you are able to go visit your sister and your new nephew! It's weird to think that a new person has just entered our life for good. That we will be involved in this little person's whole timeline--graduations and weddings and births and such. Bizarro. And that soon there will be 2 more new people to add to the chaos.

I'll just leave you all with a goofy, blurry picture. When I found out I had to have 24-hour bed rest yesterday, and told the doctor we had our hospital tour, she insisted I take the tour in a wheelchair.

So, Ian and I tried to smuggle a picture. There's not a dumber feeling than when you feel perfectly normal/fine, but you still have to be pushed around in a wheelchair. At least I liked my driver. A lot. :)

Nighty night everyone.

the view from here

I’m sitting on a plane, somewhere above Colorado. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m 2 hours into my 4 and a half hour flight to Washington DC and that’s my best guess. Thankfully, our pilot doesn’t like to inform us of things except when they are and are not illuminating the seatbelt sign. As if the loud “PING” and the light itself weren’t indicators of the change.

I’m thinking about Lori and the girls a lot right now.

Due to the nature of the pregnancy, we have to have an ultrasound every two weeks. We’ve gotten to the point where we actually understand what it’s showing on that screen.

I don’t speak much when I’m in there. I always feel like it would be awkward. Usually I just hang out by Lori’s side and think, “That’s the bladder. Those are the kidneys. That’s a foot pushing on someone’s head.” I also go over the different qualities of our ultrasound technician. After meeting so many, I can’t help it and I know that Lori is doing the same. We always compare notes when they leave the room. We don’t like Karen.

Typically, we have zero news to deliver. They are growing and the amount they weigh is usually the only thing that changes. (they are both around 4 pounds now) Yesterday it was different.

The amount of fluid around baby B was not ideal. They put Lori on 24-hour bed rest and told her to come back in the follow day (today) to redo the scan. We both think that it’s an error on the part of the ultrasound tech. She was having trouble getting certain measurements and so we hope the revisit will show it was just a hard reading. I hope the appointment ends with a “Keep up the good work and keep drinking lots of water. “

With this news (no matter how much we talk ourselves out of it) I can’t help but worry. I would elaborate, but I feel like “worry” really covers it.

Before I left, I made sure to demand she “take it easy” while I was gone. Like me saying that would change her behavior. She’s so incredibly independent and headstrong that I know the only way she will “take it easy” is if she wants to. It’s one of the things that makes, Lori, Lori, and I’m 100% positive she will pass that on to our girls. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m in the window seat. 30F. I noticed my computer was a different color so I looked out the window and noticed the sun going down. This sunset is very red and curvy. My computer reads 4:05. Flying east always makes the day so short.

I’m on this trip to visit my sister. After I touch down in DC, I’m catching another flight down to Charleston so I can meet my new nephew. This is my first trip to Charleston since Hilliary and Francois moved there. I’m really looking forward to seeing how things are going for them and how they are settling into their new role as parents.

It’s so crazy how things sneak up on you. My sister and I are adults. Wasn’t it just yesterday we were reading Where’s Waldo books and eating as much mac and cheese as possible? I wonder how she’ll be? Will being a mom make her a different person? I guess I’ll find out in a few hours.

My battery looks angry. I better get back to my book and give this guy a rest.

Lori, I miss you already. side-wave

update:
Okay, since I haven’t posted this yet (there wasn’t time between my flights) I’ll just include it along with this first post.

The Tech wasn’t bad at measuring the fluids. They really were on the low side. They issued Lori a week of bed rest to get her fluids back up and if that doesn’t do it, she might remain that way until delivery.

Well crap.

Now I really wish I was home with her. Who’s going to get her cool whip? Who’s going to bring her milk or orange juice? Looks like Carrie and Paul are going to have their hands full. ☺