The Hurricane Follies (w/belly shot update)

Seriously.  If the military can screw something simple up, they will.  Mr. W's boss' wife called me yesterday (did you follow that?).  In her voice mail she started out by telling me, "I just want you to know that Mr. W is fine!  I know that you've probably got some messages from the guys at work, but he's fine."  What's my first hormonal reaction?  What-do-you-mean-he's-fine-why-wouldn't-he-be-fine-WHAT'S-WRONG-WHAT'S-GOING-ON-WHAT'S-WRONG-WITH-MY-HUSBAND?!?!?!!?  He's out of the country right now, so there might have been some basis for my 10 second freak out.  Then she continues with the message to talk about my "hurricane" plans and the options that she has for me.

After I get off of work I return her phone call, still curious about what she was talking about in regards to Mr. W.  She tells me that he won't be home as expected (which wasn't until next week from what I thought) and that was all.  The reason the guys he works with were calling was because a lot of them will have to work during the "hurricane" and they want to make sure that all of the wives have plans.  Of course I have plans...I've lived here for more than 5 minutes, I have a permanent hurricane plan.  Stay unless it's a category 3 or above.  If it's a nasty one, I'll take my ass (and the respective asses of my 2 dogs, 1 cat, and 1 lord-how-am-i-gonna-travel-with-the-damn-beta-fish) northwest to my parents house in the mountains.  That pretty much ends our conversation.

I arrive home and check the house phone...no messages and no missed calls.  Strange.  I thought she said they tried to call.  Oh, well!

This morning I receive a frantic email from Mr. W, "Just wanted to write you and see if you are ok.  Someone called from work and i didnt want to pick it up.  If you do have a problem [Dumb] or [Dumber] has other ways of contacting me. I love and miss you."  (Yes, this is frantic for my husband.  Mr. I-do-not-email-unless-the-world-is-coming-down-around-us.)

Needless to say, I was pissed.  Some moron he works with tried calling Mr. W's cell phone to get in touch with me.  Hello?!?!  Don't you jackasses remember you sent him out of the country?!  And of course what's the first thought Mr. W would have if someone from work were trying to get in touch with him while he's gone on this trip and his wife is sitting at home 23 weeks pregnant with twins?  Yeah, poor guy.  I immediately emailed him and let him know that we were all fine and that they were just making sure I had a hurricane plan.  Then I called one of his bosses and let them know that they had called the wrong damn person and freaked him out...now please write down the right damn number and call the right person in the future.  (yes, it was pretty much worded like that, give or take)

Mr. W sent this response, "I'm soooo glad that you are ok.  It made me worry when i got that call.  I hope im home on time or soon after.  I love and miss you bunches and bunches."

I love that man.  :-)  His co-workers...not so much.  :-|

And here's an updated belly shot.  I really need to get a haircut and quit taking my picture in the green room with the fluorescent lighting.  Ugh.

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Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Shit.  The crying crap is here.  For the past few days I've been soooo emotional.  I'd heard about it, but not really experienced it.  Now just about every post I read, every show I watch, every thought I have makes me want to sob.  I don't like this.

Then there's the fact that I realized we've only got 3 or so months left to get our shit together.  Mr. W is on a trip right now (will be home in 1-2 weeks) and has another one to go on the end of this month (1-2 weeks gone).  Luckily we're having the carpet upstairs installed about a week or so after he gets back from this first trip.  Unfortunately we're going to have to wait until he gets back from the next trip to install the Pergo downstairs.  This sucks, but when Mr. W went to move the water heater to tear up the floor beneath it he realized that it was about to rust through, so he bought and installed a new tank-less water heater.   YAY!!!!!  As great as this new purchase was, it was not a planned one so the new floor has to wait a little longer.  Boooo!!!!!  So now our final deadline to have the house finished (except for touch-ups and bathroom accessories) is October 31.  BUT...as soon as the carpet is installed upstairs we'll move back into the master bedroom, put the regular furniture back into the guest bedroom, and most importantly the nursery will be put together!!!!

Now I'm really beginning to stress about the financial burden of being a SAHM.  I've been employed since I was 18.  I've contributed to the household income since we moved in together.  Mr. W is positive that everything will be OK.  I have faith in his financial abilities.  I commented to him that if things got too tight then we could put the boys in the base daycare (wonderful daycare!) and I could go back to work.  His response was an adamant "NO" and that he'd get a second job.  That makes me want to cry (sadness at the thought of it and emotional due to the sweetness of the comment).

Then there's the conversation we had about the MIL.  She plans on coming into town for the birth.  That's fine, as long as she's aware that she'll be out in the waiting room.  But now Mr. W thinks that his Mom is going to stay with us while she's here.  Um...NO!  He has known since we first started talking about babies that my Mom would come stay with us for the week after the baby was born.  Who really wants their MIL in the house the week after they come home, anyway?  (and for those of you that do, I admire that!)  I think we finally have it worked out that his Mom will only be here for a couple of days so she can stay at our house while I'm in the hospital, but once I'm home she has to go.  I know I sound like the biggest bitch, but come on!  My Mom has squatter's rights.  She gave birth to me, I'm giving birth to these boys...I WANT MY MOMMY!!!

And last but not least, I have marshmallow feet.  They.  Look.  Hideous.  I'm 23 weeks today and I haven't been able to get the swelling to go down (hands are pretty damned puffy, too) since it started yesterday morning.  I tried sitting in the recliner with them propped up, but my back started hurting so badly that i couldn't do that.  Sitting on the couch with them propped up hasn't done anything.  I've been downing tons of water to no avail.  I'm guessing this is just something that I'm going to have to deal with for the next 13 + weeks.  For your viewing pleasure, I'm adding a pic.  Please forgive the craptastic-ness of this pic, but Mr. W has my camera so I'm stuck using my phone.  (and notice the plywood floor, that's my whole house right now until we get the new flooring down.)  For the record, I normally have bony feet and ankles (and my toes are quite long).

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