13 Weeks..

Man, I am so MIA during this pregnancy and I have so much to talk about all the time. 

Why is it, I found out I'm pregnant with twins and I'm so busy at work and in life. 

Anyways, pregnancy has been so good. 

I cry about the twins basically everyday. 

It doesn't take much. 

I'll be driving in the car to work thinking about their arrival and flood works. 

I'm out of control. I'm too damn excited about wink and bink!

Dado (my Dad) officially named them binky and winky. And since Matt and I are old school and not finding out the gender of these two beans, wink and bink is stickin.

Girlfriends, my belly is growing at rapid speeds. 

Am I the only in maternity clothes at 13 weeks?

Actually, don't answer that. 

Seriously though, I'm not mad because I know bink and wink are growing so big and strong!

We went for another sonogram at 13 weeks and OH MY!

These two were reaaally putting on a show.
 

Did I really expect anything less?

These are mine and Matt's children and we both LOVE being the center of attention so did I really expect for these two little binkers not to be insanely cute and active?

The radiologist was into it. She printed 15 plus pictures for us.

She was all, "Oh my god! These two are HAMS! They are pullin out all the tricks."

I mean, they were spooning for the love of god. Spooning. It doesn't get any cuter.

   Babies, We CANNOT wait to meet you!

Stay strong in Mommy's belly!

Wednesday Laughs...

I sometimes don’t know if I just have the most random life or everyone has this many hilarious things happen to them in an average day.

One of my girlfriends out of the blue just texted me,

“I have a question when you pee do you wipe up or down because I wipe up”

I didn’t realize I got the text…

“What about the pee thing?”

Me, “I wipe up too but when I went to the doctors she saw a sign of a UTI so now I’m trying to wipe down.”

"So really I have been wiping my vjay wrong for 25-years?"

Me, "Yes, we all have. WTF. Our moms taught us wrong and it's a hard habit to break."

"It is. I can't do it. It got brought up at work and then I went into the bathroom to practice and it felt weird."

Email from my sister today…

“The scenario was this…..5:45 this morning I was frantically trying to pack a lunch because I was later then I wanted to be. I saw the bread I made for camping last weekend and thought it would taste GLORIOUS with the fresh apple butter I bought at the farmers market in PA. Fast forward to today at 1:45 when I went to eat my lunch and realized all the bread was moldy. But I ate most of it. I am going to BARF!!!! I really went into the bathroom and dry heaved and then the cleaning lady was in there rinsing out her dentures. So I felt even more sick. “

Does this shit happen to everyone?

Sometimes I think my life would make a very interesting reality T.V. show.

Happy Wednesday all.

Can’t wait to post some bump pics this weekend!! Because yes, the bump is happening! Along with the gas, good thing I sit by the men’s room at work. All these farts can be easily disguised. And don’t worry I turned on my fan, I would never torture innocent bystanders.

These girls keep me laughing.

Surprise!!

Can you believe this?

I still have to pick my jaw up off the floor.

This is the most exciting, exhilarating, shocking, amazing news Matt and I have ever received!

I don’t think it gets any better than this two for one deal we happened to score.

Man, these binker babies are going to be soo adorable. I just can’t wait to hug and kiss and love these babies!!

I’ve been dying to tell my blog girlies!

And now I can finally talk about all the stuff that’s happening during my pregnancy.

Get excited ladies, shit gets a little weird.

But I won’t bore you with my “I just want to squeeze my boobs at my desk” talk, I want to tell you the “how we found out it was twins” story!  

At 6 weeks I had my first sonogram. I was so excited and nervous to make sure that our “Baby” had its little heartbeat.

When I called the woman to make the appointment she reminded me to drink 16oz or more of water. Of course, I made the mistake of over killing it with the water intake and drank 24 plus ounces of water.

I pee a thousand times a day, what did I think was going to happen? 

Basically, at my first sonogram I had to hold my vagina so I wouldn’t pee my pants.

Seriously, the whole time in the waiting room I was standing up, sitting down and squeezing my legs together, until finally the receptionist told me I could pee for 3 seconds. Okay, it’s pretty much impossible to stop your pee and only makes things worse.

Matt and the world's oldest man both just gave me the stank eye the entire time in the waiting room like I looked crazy or something?

Just learn from me girls, drink the water in the waiting room of prenatal place. You’ll be waiting awhile.

Anywho, finally we get called back to get the sonogram done and we are so excited! The sonogram girl (radiologist would be the term?) starts out trying an external sonogram but soon realizes that I am not far enough along and determines she has to do an internal sonogram.

Don’t worry I was prepared for this, thanks Laur (my sister). Plus to my advantage I could now pee before the internal sonogram.

The internal sonogram isn’t bad. It’s just a little uncomfortable and there is lots of lube involved.  Warning.

So the internal sonogram happens and we hear the sonogram girl talking to herself. Saying things like, “Okay, yeah. Yup it is what I thought.”

Me, “What? What’s going on?
 I couldn’t see the screen at all.

That’s when she spilled the beans, “Okay guys, it’s not just one baby there are two babies. You guys are having twins!!”

I cried immediately. I couldn’t believe it. Matt asked a million questions, “Are they Siamese?” Me, “No! You mean identical, Matt.”

That’s when we found out that they are fraternal. Meaning two eggs dropped and each egg got implanted with a sperm. So it’s basically like having two siblings at once. They could be a girl/boy, or girl/girl or boy/boy.

After the sonogram girl took the measurements of the babies, she left Matt and I alone with a box of tissues (not for my tears but for- put two and two together) so I could change.

I tried “cleaning” up and getting dressed but immediately fell into Matt’s arms crying.

I was SO HAPPY!!!

As tears rolled down my face I realized I had lube up to my elbows. And through my tears I told Matt, “I love you and I’m sorry about all this lube.”

We laughed so hard.

We walked out of there with the BIGGEST SMILES on our faces!

As we were leaving the parking lot we were yelling out the window to random people, “We’re having TWINS!!”

People just looked at us like we were nuts, I loved it.

This is exactly why I married my Matty. It’s just too much fun and now double the trouble. Holy fun house!! I can’t wait!

Bogdan babies will be arriving April 25, 2013. J



Don't mess with our crazy neighborhood...

For the last three or so months the cars in our neighborhood have been getting broken into.

The robber’s only mess with the unlocked cars but when they are robbing cars once a week you’re bound to make the mistake of accidently leaving your car unlocked.

Guilty.

 Those bastards stole my GPS, car registration, car manual and insurance card. (This happened about two months back).

I felt ill. It’s a weird feeling when a stranger has touched all your personal stuff.  

But then when I actually witnessed these scum breaking into cars I felt like I wanted to punch someone in their drug addicted face.

Clearly, these boys are looking for money or looking to sell our stuff. They need their drugs, man.  

And these boys, or boy in Sunday night’s case, aren’t very bright because they kept coming back, and coming back.

I kinda understand why, easy escape through the woods that surround our homes.

But what this little bastard Sunday didn’t realize was that he had a handful of 20-something “Essex*” men waiting for his arrival.

Oh man when Matty’s mad ya’ll, you better watch yourselves. There ain’t no stopping this man.

Let me just give you a play-by-play of my phone conversation with the dispatcher when I called 911 Sunday night.

Me, “Yes I’m watching this creepy little bastard right now get into our neighbor Casey’s car. Okay, now he’s in Mrs. Diane car. What a sketchy ass mother f-er. Eww. Okay, now he’s about to hit up my car. Oh man, I hope I locked it.”

Dispatcher, “Girl, me too.”

Me, “Okay, thank god. It’s locked. Okay now he’s going to my husband’s car. And OH SHIT! NO!! F!!  My husband’s outside, with a baseball bat. Oh shit. Now my husband and the dog are chasing this kid down the street. Oh crap. Here’s another guy in the neighborhood with a baseball bat. Okay, their gonna kick this motha f-ers ass. You better get the cops out here fast.”

Seriously.

(If you don’t know already, I curse a lot. When I’m pissed, it’s lethal. I don’t know when I thought it was appropriate to talk to the poor dispatcher with this kind of language. Dang.)

Matt and my brother in-law chased this kid into the woods with, our dog, Chase. I guess Chase felt Matt’s energy and wanted to protect Matt. My brother in-law said that the woods were pitch black and the only reason he was able to jump on top and tackle this guy was because of Chase’s white fur.

Modern day Lassie right here.

This kid had to be scared. My brother-in-law is about 6’5. And he had three grown men chasing him with bats.

I would have pooed.

My brother-in-law said the kid goes, “You all are crazy. You smell like you’ve been drinking”

My brother-in-law responded with, “Were all crazy mother f-ers around here.”

I think they are.

Don’t mess with Essex, we turn a little gangster when need be.

I also think we totally lived up to our white trash reputation that night. It was priceless. I wonder what the cops were thinking. They did send out six cop cars. Guess my baseball bat comment didn’t help.

I mean this dog is serious about his love for his papa. No wonder he helped out with catching the bad guy!

(And this is an old pic, I do not have my Christmas tree up yet. I promise. lol)



Emily's Bridal Shower

Saturday I hosted Emily’s bridal shower at my house.

I felt lucky because all the girls offered to bring a snack (and I totally took them up on their offers.) We had so much food and it was all so tasty. Thank you pinterest for making things interesting.

The shower was very sweet and relaxed. We didn’t play any games; instead I had created a “date night” box where each guest wrote an idea for a date. It was really cute and I had fun listening to Emily read the “date night” ideas after everyone had left.

For favors I went to Bath and Body Works and got each guest a travel size lotion and hand sanitizer.  The lotions were the “new” scent for the season, and the sanitizers were the scent “love.” With my coupons I only spent $30 on the favors for 20 guests. I thought that was a steal! And to add some cuteness to them I just tied them together with a purple ribbon. Seriously, all the girls went bananas over these. Guess you can never have too many lotions for your purse.

The weather Saturday was perfect so some guest even sat outside to eat. It really ended up being a beautiful shower.

Okay, don't you die over this "Bride-to-Be" Banner. Thank you Mama Claire for helping me!

Pat on my back for an awesome job! ;-)

A little Relazation..

Us Bogdan's have been enjoying some nice relaxation time. 

I feel like my mom would say it's "totally zen" here. 

Not that we went anywhere special. I don't know if I'd considered Ocean City, Maryland "special" but it's definitely nice and a total tradition for any Baltimore folk. 

I mean, let's be honest, anything is nicer than sitting at a desk all day.

Even today when it rained all day and Matt and I got all slap-happy-goofy-bored.  You know how when that happens you laugh so hard you cry?

Maybe not as hard as when Matt and I saw the biggest hairiest butt crack known to man. Seriously, hairy butt cracks less than a foot from Matt's face make me laugh so hard my nostrils shake and flare. I had to walk away or I would have really peed my pants. 

Anyway, life has been good this week. 

(Assateague Island) 

Tomorrow is our last day on vaca. Hopefully, the sun will come back out and we can be lazy and lay on the beach all day reading.

Dado

Today is my dad’s 62^nd birthday.

I wanted to write a post about all things great about having “Dado” as my father.

(Dado, is what I call my dad).

My dad isn’t your average 62-year-old fart. No, he is insanely healthy and active and puts most 50-year-old-pot-belly guys to shame.

Seriously, Dado will walk 10 miles if you let him. Don’t worry, Claire Bear (my mom), hardly lets that happen these days since they’ve gotten the new home. (I’ll have to post about this new house. I’m in love).  

Anyway, I always knew I was one of the “special” little girls because I was probably the only girl on the block who didn’t have a “scary” dad.

Seriously, I hated spending the night over people’s houses because everybody’s dad seemed so serious and had a deep voice.

Dado hardly yelled at me. He would play games like “bears” meaning dado “pretended” to be asleep on the couch while my sister and I ran back and forth trying not to get tickled by the “bear.”

Dado would even go night sledding with us when were teenagers. Seriously, how cool is that?

And the luckiest thing of all, I married a guy as great as Dado. I feel so blessed that my future children will have such a wonderful father like I did.  

I can't get over how tiny my nephew is here. I die. Such a little baby!

I got me a great pops! Happy birthday, Dado! Can’t wait to go eat some manly steaks with you tonight!