Next up: 30 weeks

WHEW. Today we achieve our first bedrest-induced goal of 28 weeks. If our babies come in the next four weeks, they have a 96% chance of survival. They would still be at risk for many potentially serious problems, of course, but surviving is step one. Our next goal is 30 weeks, which really represents nothing more than the emotional relief of these boys breaking into the 30s. (Also breaking into the 30s that week? ME. I am considering how to celebrate this milestone birthday, perhaps by taking a shower or flossing.)

I have been on complete bedrest now for three weeks. Can you believe it? It doesn't feel that long to me, although the possibility of up to 10 more is daunting. (It is highly unlikely we'd go that long, but I need some sort of end date so as not to completely lose my sanity.)

Despite my being a complete sloth, there's still been a lot happening around here, thanks to DH and my Mom. Bean's room is coming along well, with my Mom executing our vision. Although there is no furniture in there yet (it's in the garage until we decide on carpet), Bean knows it is his room now and exclaims "WOW!" every time he walks in. Hopefully this will make the transition easier. He also has brand new big-boy shoes for winter, size 6 1/2 wide, and now fits into some of his 24-month clothes. DH is installing a new plug in the garage so we can hook up the extra fridge/freezer for all the meals our generous friends have signed up to provide. DH also got me a DVR for the television in our bedroom, so now I can record Teen Mom Meet the Press and watch it at my leisure. This is exciting stuff, people.

I also discovered something this weekend. As it turns out, I am no longer a fan of Uma Thurman. I watched The Accidental Husband because I was craving me some Colin Firth it sounded like a good plot. I know Uma has been in some seriously kick-ass movies throughout her career, but there's something about her these days that just annoys the crap out of me -- even when she has a hottie costar to distract me. Maybe it was those few minutes of My Super Ex-Girlfriend that I saw when flipping channels months ago that ruined her forever for me. Sorry, Uma, it's over. I hope it was worth the $14 million.

Have you had a realization or discovery lately, important or otherwise, that surprised you?