Just when you truly believe you have grown so old and cynical that nothing much can touch you anymore, you go and get touched. I went this morning with my daughter to have her ultrasound, which she’s been having every two weeks since they discovered that she is having twin boys. She is due to be induced on April 19 (Have I mentioned that that’s my birfday??? :-)) if she hasn’t delivered by then. I suspect she may not make it that far, though. The boys are 4.7 and 5.2 pounds respectively. They could be born anytime now, and should do nicely. But of course if she can prolong it for a while longer, that would be best. But the ultrasound! These little guys are bouncing around in there, jockeying for position, and grinning like crazy. Yep. Grinning. They were able to get full shots of both of their faces on the ultrasound camera, and they both looked mighty happy. Well, baby B seems to be pushing Baby A over rather forcefully, but Baby A is no slouch; he’s holding his own in those cramped quarters of theirs. I can’t even begin to describe how it felt to see their faces - and see their little hearts beating away nice and rhythmically, and they’re even, according to the technician, practicing breathing - you can see their little diaphragms moving up and down. It was downright miraculous, is what it was. Amazing grace.

The big baby shower is this Saturday, and then Sunday will be spent putting the finishing touches on the nusery. The cribs have already been put together and set up, and the bureau and changing table/cabinet have to be done. And curtains need hanging, the rug needs to go down. Then our little twins can come on out whenever they’re ready.

I’ve walked faithfully every day this week with that overly-cheery Leslie Sansone, and have kept to no more than 1400 calories a day. Hopefully, I will have dropped another pound or two by weekend. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bedroom mirror the other day while I was getting dressed, and it was pretty painful, let me tell you. I went off to work feeling distinctly whale-like. I must do better, and that’s the truth. With me, it’s not even about being glamorous or sexy anymore. I just want to be healthy and remain limber and able to walk and do a little rock climbing and ride my beloved bicycle when the weather’s a bit nicer. And I really and truly feel a need to spend some time at the ocean this summer, and would like to wear a bathing suit without feeling embarrassed.

And I need to be a energetic as possible because it looks like my nephew’s brain tumor has started growing again, and he’s to start back on chemotherapy. So in between helping my daughter with the new babies, I’ll most likely be flying down to N.C. fairly regularly to drive my sister and David to Duke Medical Center, which is about 300 miles from where they live up in the mountains. Once David gets going with the chemo, he won’t be up to driving, and my sis is a nervous wreck, so we don’t want her driving, either. And the poor guy just bought a new house with a move-in planned for next month. I don’t know what we’ll do about that. I guess maybe just hire movers that will come in and pack for him as well as move him. What rotten luck. He’s been in remission for three years now.

Well, bedtime for Bonzette - one last day of work tomorrow. You all enjoy your weekends, you hear?

Hugs,

Z