Man hands

It has been a long last 24 hours. My first meeting yesterday was at 7:30am and I didn't get home till 7:30pm. I then got little sleep last night as preggo kept me up all night. We had a Dr. appointment, blood tests and an ultrasound appointment in the afternoon. Blood test was for gestational Diabetes and results will be in a few days. Dr. said all was good and starting in two weeks we will be on weekly visits with weekly tests on the girls before the visits at Magee. The ultrasound was good with no echogenic bowel in Riley. Andrea has been saying that Riley is my daughter and Reagan is hers because Riley is always up under her right rib and causing her pain. She was convinced of that yesterday when we found out that Reagan weighed 2lbs 9oz and Riley weighed 3lbs 3oz. The ultrasound pics are harder to see as it gets more crowded in there but in the above picture you can see Rileys hand. Look at the size of that paw. Reminds me of the Seinfeld episode with "man hands". During the ultrasound Reagan flipped us the bird and Riley put her butt in the face of Reagan. These are definitely my daughters. Last night after a long day we tried to go to bed at 10pm but this was made impossible by Andrea who has a cold and she also had what she calls "jumpy legs". It is also called restless leg syndrome and it is impossible to fall asleep. Between her jumping around all night, not being able to get comfortable and the cold we did not get to sleep till about 2am. At 2:52am the dog who never barks at night started losing his mind downstairs and let out some barks and howls I only hear when he is really mad. Andrea woke up screaming and I went off to investigate. You may not want to picture this but I sleep in a natural state. When the dog tells me something is very wrong in the middle of the night the last thing I think about is getting dressed so down stairs I went with only a gun and flashlight. I figured if someone was in the house I would not have to shoot them. They would see me and Ruger (that's the gun, not what you were thinking) and be scared to death. What do I find, a burglar? No, my stupid dog is angered that a neighborhood cat has the nerve to look at him through the window. I contemplated shooting the dog and the cat but did not want to clean up the mess at 3am so back to bed I went. Up at 7am and now off to go sell something to pay for these kids, or maybe a new dog.