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2 Little Koogies

We did it! Mrs. Koog is pregnant with twins! Yay 2 little Koogs, coming in May 2011.

I can't express how happy, relieved, terrified and overjoyed we are. Mrs. Koog is taking the 1st trimester in stride, although she is not vertical very much these days. Fatigue is setting in and so is a bit of the queasy's. All to be expected the Dr says. I'm keeping up with her appetite by planning ahead. Precut celery stuffed with peanut butter is the craving of the week and

As for me, I'm profoundly in love. I can't stop thinking about them. I can't stop looking at her. I'm sunk. How am I dealing with it? In my usual neurotic Koog way. Plan, organize, replan, and reorganize. My current project is taking the A-ratinged Cribs, Strollers, High-Chairs and car seats from the "Baby Bargains" book and creating spreadsheets with the product name, manufacturer, price and local store information. What good is this information? I'm not sure, but it makes me feel like I'm helping out somehow.

I thought I would wish the time away. Count down the days until the little aliens hatch from Mrs. Koog, but I find myself appreciating her in a different way now. Relishing in the way she is changing, more beautiful and zen than before the tiny aliens bought space in her wombing house. Knowing that our time as a twosome is limited, I appreciate the little things more. Grocery shopping, laying in bed watching tv, playing with Isaac, just being quiet. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to welcome our little alien Koogs. I can't wait! But I'm enjoying this time, just me and Mrs. Koog. Quitely being together.

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