Public enemies- Johnny Depp and me

As I have mentioned in the past one of the side effects of pregnancy is the "gas" issue. Andrea still finds it funny to pay me back for years of abuse. I still cringe and run screaming from the room when I hear a certain giggle coming from her. Last night she wanted to see the movie Public Enemies. I reluctantly went since I hate Johnny Depp. About 2 hours into the movie it hit me. It was unannounced and it was mean. The smell made me angry and there was nothing I could do about it but give Andrea an evil stare. I asked her what was wrong with her and how could someone do this in a crowded theater. She gave me the normal giggle and then explained that if anyone in the movie were to think it came from our row they would most definitely assume that it came from me and not her. I think she may be on to something here. She can get away with almost anything she wants. She drops a death stinky in a crowded theater and I am the one that ends up being public enemy #1, not Johnny Depp.

A trek north, eh.

We headed north to Niagara Falls, Canada for the night. In the past Andrea has been a traveling fool, running all day and never wanting to stop or go back to the room to rest. This trip was a bit different. She got tired very easily and even fell twice while climbing up a few flights of steps. nothing bad, just stumbled from being so tired. Friday night we walked around Clifton Hill and had dinner at the Macaroni Grill at our hotel. Andrea wanted to sit outside and since it was after sundown it was a bit cold. She was prepared with a sweater but I was in shorts and a short sleeved shirt. The waiter asked if we needed anything so I told him I was cold and wanted to snuggle. He literally ran away, I think I scarred him off. We then went back to the room and watched the fireworks over the falls out our window. Andrea made a small donation to the casino and we came back to the burgh this afternoon. We go for an ultrasound this Wednesday. I can't wait to see what Tumas and Bella look like.

Bye bye first trimester, hello deductible

Today is the last day of the first trimester. Andrea continues to feel better as more time goes by. If you consider the fact that we are probably looking at 35-37 weeks of pregnancy with twins instead of the typical 40 weeks we are well over 1/3 of the way there. Many things have changed already and some things never change. Andrea has knocked the passenger mirror off every car she has ever had. Why should the company car be any different. Nationwide vehicle versus Comcast van today.

She is still crazy

I forgot to mention earlier that we went to see the movie "Up" over the weekend and she cried 4 times.

She looks pregnant

We had some friends in from St. Louis this weekend to visit and Andrea kept up with only the occasional nap needed. We went to the zoo, Station Square and down to the Point for the Fireworks after the Pirate game on Saturday. I did notice for the first time at the zoo that she looked pregnant. The belly is starting. Nothing crazy, but I did notice it. She is feeling better, has only been sick sick every few days. More tired than anything. No other big news now, next Dr. apt. is next week. We are going to start clearing out the guest room for the babies so if anyone wants a queen size bed, dresser or night stand let me know. Free to good home.

Pickles, Ice Cream and then blame the dog

The storms that rolled through last week still plague Andrea. She has been very busy and is working 12 hour days today through Thursday. We then have some friends from Missouri coming to see us for the weekend. Andrea did have a pukin session last night but they have been fairly rare. She continues to take the nausea medicine on a daily basis. I thought the whole pickles and ice cream thing was an old wives tale but there I was the other night being sent to Giant Eagle for coffee ice cream, Clausen pickles and the modern day addition of "squeeze cheese". How disgusting! I could not watch her eat it but she actually did consume all three at the same sitting. What a surprise that the gas problem continues in the house. She often blames it on the dog but I know better. I have been pulling that scam for years. I am on to her tricks.

What would Paul do?

I am guessing fathers day will mean more to me next year than this year. This year my responsibilities for caring for the twins are fairly small. They include the occasional trip to the store for their mother for whatever craving has just struck and understanding that it is the raging hormones that makes her cry while watching a stupid reality show like "Brooke knows best" like she did last night. I am looking forward to the challenges of fatherhood and know that I will get through just fine. Awhile back I saw a bunch of people wearing these bracelets that said W.W.J.D. on them. It stood for "what would Jesus do". I guess if you were in a situation that you did not know what to do you would look at your wrist and ponder what Jesus would have done and there was your decision. I think that I will revise that a bit. Whenever presented with a dad question I think I will ask W.W.P.D. The "P" is for my dad Paul. He has been teaching me for 38 years how to be prepared for this. I know I am going to have a bunch of sleepless nights and long days ahead but I can't wait to be a dad. Happy Fathers Day.