I've been getting showered this week. No, not golden showers, I've had two wedding showers and a third is coming up on Sunday. Getting all sorts of new stuff for our house has been very fun if not a little exhausting. I think my favorite gifts so far are: A whole new set of pots and pans, A new vacuum cleaner (Not the Dyson but a good one. One day, dammit, I will have the $500, super-cyclone, announcer with the great accent that convinced me I need it Dyson Cyclone Vacuum Cleaner), New Dishes, All new Oxo Good Grips Kitchen Gadgets, This cool bamboo non-skid cutting board, And of course- the new towels. I am so excited about having matching stuff for the first time in my life. Mike doesn't quite get the magnitude of this but I would guess most straight men don't. Nate Berkus says you need matching towels and I'm getting matching towels.

Not surprisingly, however, the focus of the parties has been the babies. I have told the same story of how we found out at least ten times. That's okay though, everyone is curious but supportive. My Uncle Tom came in and gave me a big hug saying, "It isn't often you get to hug four people at once". Which is true.

I'm an oddity- rather like a circus freak. I guess I should get used to it. Once I have the babies, I've been told strangers will attack you with questions about whether of not you used fertility drugs or IVF (which sounds pretty rude if you ask me) and will try to touch your babies. I remember that with Monster- people suddenly think it is okay to touch your child just because they are there. Maybe I'll get shirts for them made that say "Don't touch me" and "Mommy didn't use fertility drugs" and finally "If you give Mom money, she'll answer all of your questions".