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Yesterday I had another doctor's appointment. I took photos of the ultrasound pictures to share with you guys, but I want the Makua to see them first and make sure they are down with me sharing pictures of their babies. Tomorrow they will be roughly the size of kumquats! I'm not even sure I understand what a kumquat is, but according to babycenter, they are a little over an inch and weigh less than a quarter of an ounce!

And everything looks great! The babies are growing right on schedule (one is lagging behind by 3~4 days but still looking fantastic!) We're pretty much out of the woods! The blood is *almost* gone. The spotting is *almost* done. And my OB said I can now treat this as a normal pregnancy (though as Ria pointed out, not quite normal with twins!). Which means... I can go swimming! I can take baths! And most importantly, I can have sex!! :)

So on the way back to work from the appointment I called Shawn to tell him he was gettin' some that night. ;) He's tried to turn himself into an a~sexual being until this tough period of time was over and he's done a great job, I must say. But we could not wait until the kids went to bed... And you know this is where things get dramatic, don't you?

Immediately after dinner, I hopped in the bath tub to shave my hairy legs freshen up a bit. We turned on AFV for the boys (their favorite show), which we thought was a guarantee of at least 15 minutes (hey, we don't need a lot of time, people, it's been several weeks since we did the nasty!). We're golden, right?

Wrong.

About five minutes later, I hear Tyler shouting from downstairs: "Mooooooommmmmm!"
Me: "I'll be down in a minute!"
Tyler: "Something's wrong with the TV, Mom!"

(the Tivo was trying to change the channel because two shows were coming on and it will not tape two shows without one of the channels being taped)

Me: "I understand that and I'll be down in a MINUTE!"
Tyler: "Mom! I need you!!!"
Me: "Just give me 5 more minutes! I'll BE RIGHT THERE!" (starting to get frustrated here!)

Shawn and I are looking at each other, trying to decide if we should stop (?!) or just keep yelling patiently asking him to wait a few more minutes or just take a quick 5 minute break to deal with the TV for them... when he starts to come. up. the. stairs.

Tyler: "Mom! I have to tell you something!"
Me: "Ok, I'm coming! Stay down there!" (heh, not that coming)
Tyler: almost to the top of the stairs "It's Ok now! The TV changed to "Just for Laughs!"
Me: "Sweet! Go watch it!"

And then... we got to finish. But somehow, it wasn't as fun anymore. I was hoping tonight would be better, but then I had to go and get sick.

Poor, poor Shawn. :(

(Hopefully Grandpa isn't reading ;) And I promise to never talk about my sex life again. I just thought you might think that story was funny. And tomorrow, we probably will too!)