I hate writing complainy posts. I hate to worry people. But here I am. This day in babyland has once again kicked my ass. It is 4:22 and this is the first minute during which a baby is not crying. As I typed that, I heard Anya screech from her crib. She and Rachel were supposed to be enjoying the mobile with the lovely octopus... but nope. There she goes complaining about it.

I had been trying to get them on a every 3 to 4 hours feeding schedule, but today it seems that we are back to every 2 hours or less. This means that I feed babies all day long. I wonder if I am stressed about my day because I know the end is near. I will be going back to work next week and then my days of taking care of two babies alone are pretty much done. I feel bad because the girls' special time with mommy is over, but dude... I need a break. This is so much easier when it is Jeff and I. But one person with two infants is just so hard. Of course there is the guilt of sending them to daycare, which I am sure I will explore to great length sometime next week. But man, I need some baby-free time right now.

I also tried to start weightwatchers hardcore today. No dice. The stress of the babies just made me want to make a batch of brownies and eat them all. No time for that, inside I ate all the cheese in the fridge. I have gained about 3 pounds in the past few weeks, which isn't bothering me too much, but I don't want to find myself at plus 10 pounds or more. I know it is a slippery slope. I know I could eat a giant bag of Reeces cups if I let myself (ok, I did that last week). So, I will wait until I am back at work next week to start my new weight loss journey in earnest. I can't wait to start the two mile walks a day and start eating sushi again. I know the pounds will drop off and my legs will melt away. I want to be melty again.

oh yeah... and my period started already. Yep. I stopped pumping breast milk two weeks ago. That is another story for another post. A story that involves, yes, guilt and then no guilt and now ovulation. Great. Just what I needed. More frelling eggs! My giant monster-y fear is ever getting pregnant again, considering what this pregnancy put me through.

Ok... now the babies want my full attention, as they deserve. I am off to give it.