Mind Meld

The title of this post is a reference to the fact that I am so tired I wish I could just beam you all of my thoughts rather than actually type them up, but that wouldn't make for a very interesting blog.  Also, I'm not sure I know how to mind meld.  Fair warning, though - I am a wee bit grumpy today.  I mean, I am overjoyed about the impending arrival of our children and all, but also...grumpy.  It's just hot and I'm getting uncomfortable and my back hurts and medical bills and never-ending doctor's visits and dishes that need to be done blah blah blah.  Okay, I know you don't come here to listen to me complain so I'll snap out of it.  Back to your regularly scheduled INCREDIBLY WITTY COMMENTARY.

Several of you pointed out that I never actually followed up on whether or not we bought a car.  We did.  It's a Mazda CX something or other.  I don't know.  Nick likes it.  It gets good gas mileage.  It's a small SUV.  Carseats and stroller fit.  So, all in all, it does all of the things the car needed to.  I am not much of a car person so I'm sorry I can't work up a more exciting description.   The plan is for me to drive my car for another year and a half or so and then upgrade to a family vehicle - a larger SUV or dare I say it, minivan?  I used to be vehemently opposed to mini-vans but I totally get the appeal now.  My mom says her favorite car she ever had was a Dodge Caravan so perhaps I come by it honestly.  Nick's mom did a great job helping him negotiate and we no longer have to worry that he's going to be stranded on the side of the road.  Oh!  And we can bring our babies home.  So, there's that.  No promises about our abilities once we actually get them home from the hospital, but the getting home part?  We got that.

I will just answer the question you are all dying to know.  No, we have not opened the gender envelope yet.  Yes, it is killing me.  (I am so tired that just now when I wrote 'killing me' I thought about the song Killing Me Softly and then went and looked it up on YouTube...distracted much?)  This is a good of time as any to talk about our plans for the gender reveal.  First, a word about gender reveals.  As far as I know, they didn't exist until a few years ago.  Basically, people get together with friends and family and share the  news of whether their little one is going to be a boy or girl.  Full disclosure...I used to think such parties were absolutely ridiculous and just a ploy to get presents (P.S. gender reveal attendees- please no presents!).  However, I did feel ever so slightly cheated that we didn't get to do a fun pregnancy announcement with our family (since we were on our fourth IVF cycle, pretty much everyone and their mail man knew once we were pregnant) and friends, so I decided we should do it.  And as with many things in life, once I decide to do something, any previous notions about it being present-grubby or self-centered went out the window because obviously if I am doing something, it is very, very cool and not at all selfish.  Duh.

We wanted to do something fun to thank close friends and our immediate family for all of their support as we have tried to start our family (it takes a village to get Sarah pregnant!  Oh, that sounds awkward).  Anyway, we decided that having a party where not only our guests, but Nick and I ourselves would find out the genders of the twins would be just the thing (Ed note: I wish I could invite every single person that supported us during this time, but um, Nick's BBQ-ing capacities are limited.  As are our seating options.  So please know that we are forever grateful to all of you who encouraged and helped us along the way).  I would like to point out at this juncture that from the beginning, I was hell-bent on KISS (keeping it simple, stupid) as in...let's order pizza and stock up on beer and just have a great time.  Except then Nick wanted to BBQ.  And then I found this adorable invite fit for a gender reveal BBQ.  And then the event planner in me kicked KISS out the window and I've been down a rabbit hole of gender reveal party insanity ever since.  Actually, that's not true.  It didn't get REALLY bad until after the ultrasound last week.   I thought I was only going to have a few days between getting THE envelope and the party.  That turned into 2.5 weeks, so I've been distracting myself from the envelope by throwing myself fully into the party.  I am still trying to KI(m)SS (keep it mostly simple, stupid) but it is just not in my DNA.  Anyway, that's the plan...and since I cannot invite every single one of you (again, BBQ capacity), you can count on a fun announcement here, at least.  :)  We are so, so excited for this party and can't wait to share the news!

(In case you haven't noticed, I am deeply, madly and forever in love with parenthetical statements.  FYI.  If I ever had to change my name to a symbol a la Prince, it would be parentheses.)

I feel like there were several other things I wanted to share with you, but I've forgotten them now.  Hopefully I'll remember before I write the weekly update.  Or I figure out how to mind meld.  Either/or.