As I mentioned in a post the other day, I’m going to have surgery on Monday morning. This will be a diastasis recti and umbilical hernia surgery. Diastasis recti is a separation of the rectus abdominis muscle into right and left halves and was caused by my pregnancy with the twins and worsened with [...]

On Wednesday, September 23, 2009 at 8:40 a.m. I was blessed to bring a wonderful baby boy into the world. His name is Alexander Richard and at birth he weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces and was 21.5 inches long.
I have not written on my blog in over 3 months and there are many reasons for [...]

Happy Independence Day United States of America.  This morning started off very gloomy with lots of rain and cloudy skies.  This fortunately allowed the entire family to sleep in late.  The twins woke up before me… I know because I heard them, but JT and I were able to sleep until 9:15 a.m. and I [...]

I just bought two tickets for the midnight show of Transformers Revenge of the Fallen tomorrow. Actually it starts at 12:01 am on Wednesday, but yeah you know what I am talking about.  JT’s sister is going to pick up the twins from school and they will spend the night with her. I also have [...]

In a previous post I mentioned that I have an umbilical hernia due to my pregnancy. I called my OB and told him that the pain has worsened and the swollen area was bigger. He then decided it would be a good idea to visit a colleague of his who is a surgeon. [...]

Two appointments ago, my OB told me that he suspected that what I thought was an atrocious belly button outie created by my twins during the pregnancy five years ago, was actually a hernia. I was speechless. He then asked me if it hurt, I paused and said nope, I just do not [...]

Well it has been a long while since I have posted here and I do apologize for that. I have gone through a great deal since I wrote in December. At the end of January I became very sick. I wondered if it was the flu, but I did not have flu symptoms.
Two days before [...]

I didn’t think of anything cool to do like this when I was pregnant with the twins. We took pictures almost weekly, but not in the same spot all the time. Anyway, this is a nice video:

Two months ago, on Tuesday, September 14, 2004, God blessed my family and I with two beautiful angels, William Nathaniel and Keisha Nicole. Thirty eight long weeks end with bundles of joy weighing in at 6lbs 12oz, 20 1/2 inches in length and 6lbs 5oz, 19 1/2 inches in length respectively.

My so called labor began the Wednesday after Labor Day. JT and I went in for a routine weekly doctor appointment. My doctor decided to send me across the street for a follow up in labor in delivery because my blood pressure was high and the nonstress test (NST) showed that I was having regular contractions. Only days before this, I had visions of my doctor sending me across the street after an appointment… only in my vision things were a lot more dramatic. The receptionist called someone over to wheel me across the way. The two buildings are connected by a closed walk way over the street, so we didn’t have to go outside at all.

The labor and delivery (L&D) evaluation room of the hospital is the most frustrating place a pregnant woman can be in. L&D is the place where a pregnant woman goes for everything wrong relating to the pregnancy except for the pregnant woman who is in actual labor. If you are in actual labor you go straight to a delivery room. The problem with L&D is that you wait, wait, wait, wait and then you wait some more. Then, someone straps the heart rate and contractions monitors to you, asks a bajillion questions (which includes the health history of my entire family), a nurse takes your blood pressure… then you wait, wait, wait, wait and wait. You can see the theme here right?

Unless the baby is crowning out of your vagina, you are pretty much going to wait.

And wait we did.

I miss being able to cross my legs. Just now while sitting at my desk, I had the nerve to actually try and bring my right leg over the left. The right leg struggled and quickly gave up by falling back down in its place. It was like I had no say in the matter at all… my belly told my right leg NAH UH and my right leg sighed, said okay and fell back down. Pssst crossing legs only leads to varicose veins anyway…

I’m mad that as soon as I start blogging again, my twin decides that she wants to post every full moon. That is so not cute Boog. I still luh you doh.

Yesterday, this white chick at work thought it would be mighty cute of her to come up to me and touch my belly. I almost went Sophia on her (catch the Color Purple reference) when my fists balled up really tight. I could feel my face turning red and my blood pressure rising. I just wanted to say so bad… “get the hell away from me… don’t touch me, you don’t know me…” shit all of the above if I had to. JT said I should just simply say, “don’t touch my belly.” For some reason this seems like the most difficult task. Everytime this has happened to me, I’m thinking nothing but evil thoughts. While I might have initial intentions of saying, “don’t touch my belly,” the statement my come out as “get the fuck away from me,” in some exorcist type voice. And we know that that would just be wrong, so until I learn to deal when my anger… I just won’t be saying anything.