Quick update

Hey everyone!

I really needed to update this the other day, but I’ve been a little busy.

I went back to the doctor after we found the levels were bad for the babies fluid. I was so upset thinking about the horrible possibilities,  and I just didn’t feel right the next day. They got me in and did an ultrasound. The levels have improved. A was at 1.8 and went to a 3. B was at 7.2 and went to a 6. Those are more within the normal range and very good news. The horrible feelings in my stomach are most likely due to Braxton hicks contractions. My uterus isn’t quite coordinated enough to completely contract, so it will “ball up” towards the top of my belly. So now that I know that is a possibility, I don’t have to worry as much. The doctor wasn’t too concerned anymore and actually pretty shocked we leveled out. They are ok with me not coming back until my 20 week, level two ultrasound and pediatric cardio scan on Thursday.

A million things I could tell you about life in general, but my legs are getting numb and I need to wipe. Happy Saturday everyone.

Lots of love from the Doerings

we appreciate all of your thoughts and prayers. They are obviously working.

Damn Placenta

Yesterday I went to Abbott to get my injection. I brought the kids with, since it was going to be a quick, in and out. The entire staff seemed different from what I was used to. Everyone was still very nice and accommodating. I had quick mentioned to the nurse that was giving my injection, that I thought the upper part of my stomach was protruding more than normal. This was something they told me to watch out for after my last ultrasound. I was never told why to watch for it, and honestly thought it was in my head, just because they told me to look for it. Since the staff was a bit different, they weren’t aware of my “condition” and the doctor that was there, was not a specialist for mono di twins (twins that have separate gestational sacs and share one placenta). The nurse wasn’t really sure what to think of what I told her so she went and asked. The ultrasound tech I had last week came in and said we needed to take a quick look at fluid levels. The girls sat pretty patiently until the tech turned down the lights. They didn’t like it dark. They also didn’t understand what the tech was doing to mommy’s belly. I explained what was happening and pointed out the babies on the big screen. They hated it. It was black and white and didn’t look like babies to them. I spent more time worrying about Clair and Reese than what was on the screen. I noticed her measuring the fluid though. To me it seemed like one had a lot more, but I’m no expert. The nurse left pretty quick. She said she needed to get the results to the doctor and she would be back. She came back with the nurse. They put me in a different room to wait. I had no idea what I was waiting for. The girls were still antsy at this point, so I was concentrating on keeping them calm. The nurse came back in to let me know they were getting orders to have me scheduled for next Monday for another scan. There was a difference in the fluid. It wasn’t concerning enough to keep me there, but concerning enough that they couldn’t wait until my next appointment on October 6.

My mind was going a million miles a minute. What did all this mean? How big of a difference were the fluid levels? Why can’t Clair just relax for a minute? Dammit, now the girls bumped heads and they are screaming. The nurse came back in with animal crackers for the girls to share. That kept them really quiet. We sat and waited for the doctor, who was obviously busy. The entire clinic was very busy that day. The doctor relayed a message that the specialist will be in tomorrow and will take a look at the scan. If they feel I needed to come in sooner, then they would want me in probably Thursday or Friday. I got emotional. I started to cry. I wanted to keep myself together, but since the girls were finally calm, now I couldn’t be.

The littles finished up their animal crackers and Clair wanted more. She screamed and cried. I had to drag her down the hallway to go make my Monday appointment. She kicked and yelled. It was past lunch time and they definitely needed a nap. Before we left the parking the garage the Care Coordinator called me to check on me. The nurse had called her right away to let her know I might need some comforting. I’m very lucky I am working with an excellent team. The Care Coordinator informed me about what was going on and what the possibilities are.

Here’s a little recap of why I have been getting all these ultrasounds in the first place.

Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTTS) occurs in 15-20% of mono di pregnancies. (2 sacs, one placenta). Since the babies are sharing one placenta, they are sharing blood, fluid and nutrients. Their lifeline is shared like their first car will be. Sometimes the blood vessels in the placenta favor one baby over the other. One baby becomes a donor and the other a recipient. The donor ends up getting less of all the things mentioned above. The recipient gets too much. This isn’t good for either baby. It’s preferred to have equal of everything. You learn that quickly with twins. At my 16 week ultrasound, baby A had a little less fluid than baby b. This is why I went every week rather than every two weeks for ultrasounds. They wanted to watch closely to make sure there was no changes. It was staying steady where A had a bit less, but nothing changed. We figured A would just be that way the entire pregnancy, and that was fine. I didn’t make it a full week. I was really glad I said something when I did. Now B seems to have even more fluid. I don’t know how much. I am waiting for a call from the specialist right now.

What happens if this becomes an issue? The care coordinator talked to me about options if this poses a problem. I had spoken a few weeks back about a laser treatment they can do. If I had to have it done, the specialist would go in with a tiny needle through my abdomen and use a high tech laser to zap specific blood vessels. This is so it would stop the recipient twin from getting an over abundance of everything, and giving the donor twin a chance to catch up. Sharing is caring. If this would be successful, I would hopefully be able to carry the twins until the 36 weeks, as long as no other problems came up. If it’s unsuccessful, they could take the twins as early as 23 weeks. At 23 weeks they are viable, meaning they can live with assistance outside the womb. At that age of gestation, their quality of life might not be so great. Clair and Reese came at 28 weeks and they were still in the NICU for 55 days. Every week, every day, every hour those babies stay in there longer is better for their quality of life. When it comes to TTTS, sometimes taking them early is the only option for their survival.

Usually I’ve been pretty laid back of most of the situations that have come up. I keep thinking positive and yada yada. Yesterday was different. It might be hormones, but I’m really scared this time. I’ve been through the agonizing unknowns with Clair and Reese and it wasn’t pleasant. Will these two survive? Is there anything actually wrong with them? How bad is the fluid difference? Why can’t I have my babies monitored 24/7 at home and not have to deal with all this fuss. I finally started to feel good. I was getting energy. Yesterday and now today, I’ve been a pile of shit. I was told that the specialist would call me today. I didn’t have patience for that, so I called them. I left a message with a nurse with my concerns. That was about an hour ago. I honestly feel like my belly got bigger on top again last night. Could be in my head, but it turned out to be true last time. My arms and hands have been hurting and falling asleep nightly and now through out the day. I have pitting edema in my lower legs. My feet are not swollen, but I can stick my finger 3/4 of an inch into my shin and it stays that way. I happened to look up symptoms last night to because I was told mothers can usually tell there’s something wrong. It happens to be that my signs and symptoms are identical to what a mom should look for when concerned about TTTS. Of course I left that information with the nurse to relay to the doctor. It’s always easier to tell the nurse something than a doctor. I’m way too emotional.

We are really hoping that nothing bad is happening with the babies. We are so scared that they could have TTTS, and we honestly don’t know right now. I know there is nothing different I can do to prevent TTTS from happening. It’s not genetic, it’s not what we do with our bodies. I have been eating protein like a cannibal. I have been resting like I should. Genetics doesn’t even have a role in the outcome. It’s the damn placenta.

Good Laughs

I feel the babies move quite often, but it isn’t too dramatic usually. When they start moving, it doesn’t usually last too long either. They mostly move around when they hear me talk about any type of food, or if they like the type of food I’m eating. I was just sitting on the couch and felt baby B squiring around. I layed back to give that little squirt some room. It wiggled and rolled and even made my belly jiggle. I was a little startled to see my stomach move. It just hadn’t done that yet. Of course, I tried to record it and the baby stopped moving. As soon as B was done moving around, A started up. It made me smile pretty good. As much as you always remember you’re pregnant, you tend to forget there is actually human life growing inside you. It’s such a discusting miracle. I see the little turds on ultrasound all the time, but that’s like watching a movie. Feeling them really move, and it not be mistaken with sour kraut gas makes it so much more real.

We have had a really nice weekend. Thursday night we had a great date night. We went to dinner. It was pretty gross. Then we went to the Legion. It was so relaxing. We had some really good laughs. Chadley was in a great mood, and he agreed he needed the night out as much as I did. I got the kids back the next day. I met the in-laws and the girls at McDonald’s. I was a little disappointed though when I picked them up. The girls always make cookies with grandpa Chad. They forgot the cookies. How dare they forget the cookies!!! Luckily I got them the next morning. They didn’t even have any egg shells in them.

Friday night my sister Brenda came home with her kids. We were going to go to the camper for the night, but the rain stopped us. I got my steak fix at my moms. We played some games. It didn’t last too long though. Between my kids and Brenda’s, we were constantly getting up to stop some sort of havoc. Kids kind of ruin the fun.

Saturday we had the Sportsman’s picnic in the afternoon. Another day of great laughs. I drank some Tahitian Treat while everyone else had beer. The men served an awesome meal. We spent the rest of the evening watching crap like Joe Dirt and Corky Romano. More good laughs.

Today the girls and I went to church. We haven’t been to church for ever. I think the last time we went was Christmas. Before that, I couldn’t tell you. We always had good intentions of going, but the girls suck at sitting still. Frankly, we don’t want to deal with it. Our kids aren’t bad kids, but they can be horrible. Sometimes, it’s just not worth stressing about. Today they did pretty well. They didn’t too much understand what was happening. They always wanted to sing their own songs, and read the “books” in front of us. It was only a matter of time before a bible got slammed on the floor, or the hymn book pages got ripped to shreds. No one screamed, no one cried. I didn’t panic. Everyone at worship was so inviting and grateful we were there. It’s a good feeling to be welcomed.

I don’t know what we will do with the rest of our day. Daddy is working hard on other things in the shop, and probably getting ready for field work. I made a giant pot of chili that is simmering in the crock pot. I want to do something exciting. The girls are just content with being at home though. They are playing and using their imaginations. They play mommy and baby. Most annoying game ever. One tries to carry the other one around and one pretends to cry constantly. It’s like they know what we are in for.

I don’t have an appointment scheduled for this week. I will let you all know what happens with getting my injection. If I have to drive all the way to the cities to have someone stick something in my butt, I’m at least going to get dinner.

I got Bills

I got a little lazy with updates this week. I had my appointment Tuesday, and thought, ya’ll can wait to hear anything until Wednesday. Well, now it’s getting to the end of Thursday and I am just sitting down to blog. I was sitting before actually. I was on the couch. I had to move from the couch to the dining room to get my computer. Now I’m sitting at a table. You almost had to wait another day though. I opened my computer and it was doing updates itself. I thought for a second to say screw it, but the kids are napping, so it’s my only chance really.

Yesterday the girls and I ran errands all day. It was a pretty busy day, so I needed rest today. My body feels it, and it gets pretty mad. Awesome enough, Chadley’s mom asked to take the girls overnight tonight. They have been exceptionally good lately, so it’s going to be one of those nights I might miss them a little. Any other time, I can’t wait to push them out the door for a break. I’ll be honest. I have it pretty easy as a stay at home mom. I make my own schedule. The typical cooking, cleaning and laundry that every person in the world has to do, I get them done faster by staying at home. That’s a lie. Chadley usually comes home and asks why lunch is still on the table (frozen pizza) and why I chose not to pay bills again. Those are legitimate questions. I took on those responsibilities when I told him to go make some money for us. Yesteday, the bills got paid. The laundry got done. I half assed cleaned the house. It doesn’t look like it today anymore, but I know I tried. My hardest part about today was finding something to watch instead of cartoons. My hardest part about yesterday was calling Century Link to get our cable and internet bill lowered. I hate talking to customer service with that company. It’s amazing the price difference you get with each person. I got a new price from one guy and I didn’t like it. I tried again and got another guy, totally different price. That’s why I hate paying bills. You spend more time on the phone arguing with people. I argue with toddlers all day, why would I want to argue with adults too.

So anyway. Tuesday’s appointment. I had my weekly ultrasound. It was so fun to watch the little ones move around, and actually feel those movements. I have felt them for a long time already, but every week they get so much stronger. I had a new ultrasound tech. She was just as nice as the last one. She asked if I knew the sexes yet, and she confirmed the last techs findings. The doctor that I usually see was there again. He informed me that the babies fluid levels are stable. A still has a bit less, but there are no significant changes. Baby A might just stay that way the entire time, and that’s just fine. The doctor said he was comfortable with me only get ultrasounds every two weeks now. The unfortunate part is, I might still be driving to Abbott every week for my injections. We thought I would just be able to order them through a local clinic, but that’s not the case. If I were to get them somewhere local, I’d have to purchase and bring in my own vial. Insurance doesn’t like to cover the medication the way it is, so they wouldn’t cover anywhere except my primary care, which is Abbott. The cost of the injection, plus the doctor visit every week would be insanely high, so it’s not worth doing it out of pocket if I don’t have to. The care coordinator is still looking into what can be done. There’s a possibility I can have home healthcare come out and give me the injection every other week too. I will know more next week on that.

All in all, I’ve been feeling pretty good. I know when  I need to sit down and take a break. Sometimes it’s hard to just quit. We have lives to live and goals to accomplish. Right now my biggest goal is figuring out what I’m going to have for supper. Melty fondue cheese over some apples. yum yum yum.


Mary Kay Doering

Slimy Cotton Balls

How is everyone’s Sunday going? It’s been a decent weekend for us. Friday was my friend Jessica’s birthday. We played bingo at the Elks club. After 9:30 I had turned into a potato, so my night was going to end soon.  We spent the night at the camper. Getting to sit by a campfire finally was awesome. It’s been either way too dang hot, or the mosquitos have been terrible.

Saturday Chadley had to cut hay all day. Such a bummer that he’s always working. I understand, if he doesn’t work, then we don’t have money to pay the bills. It doesn’t help that I think about how close harvest is. That’s always a hard time of the year for us. He works long late hours, and some times we don’t see him for days. Between starting the house, and harvest, we might get a little lonely and bored. I used to hate field work time. I felt so lonely. After so many years, you get used to not seeing him and it becomes a vacation. I would eat when I wanted, and go places when I wanted. The girls and I had done all sorts of fun things when daddy was working. It actually gave Chadley and I a chance to miss each other. It got to be exciting when we got some quality time in. This year, I am exhausted just thinking about it. There’s so much to get done before harvest, and not much time to do it.

Wow, that turned into a sad story. Moving on now. Since Chadley was cutting hay, the girls, his mom and I went on an adventure. We decided to check out some parade of homes tours. There’s always a chance there is something new out there, but luckily I already know what I want with the house. We spent most of our time driving to these houses. At one house the girls had to pee. Of course, you are not suppose to use the bathrooms at these places. They don’t usually have toilet paper either. A little tinkle wouldn’t hurt anyone if we are really quiet about it. The girls peed, and we moved on to the next house across the street. Oddly enough, Reese had to pee again at the next house. I figured she was just testing me, because she thought it was cool to break the rules. As she is squirming around and holding herself, I could tell she wasn’t kidding. We went upstairs to find a private bathroom. We waited for another couple to leave a room and then we ended up in the master bath. She was relieved to pee, but the next words that came out of her mouth were haunting. “Mom, I have to poop”. For the love of God child, now is not the time. There are families coming in and out of all of these rooms, and there is no toilet paper. There’s no stopping her now. When you have to poop, you have to poop. I know the feeling all too well. The smell was something awful. The new house smell was now gone. It was soiled with the smell of fear and rotting cow. I was hoping it was going to be a clean cut kinda poop. No such luck. As she scooted off the toilet seat, green, slime smeared the lid. I looked around again for TP and found none. I saw a beautifully folded white cloth on the sink. Where would we hide that? And then I see that glass decorative jar holding a few handfuls of cotton balls. Bingo! I made have had to use 3/4 of the jar, but we got those cheeks clean. It was a mad rush to get out of that house. Once someone hears that toilet flush, they are going to question you. We considered leaving it there, but that’s just wrong.

We finished off the day at the apple orchard. We missed lunch hour by 7 minutes. Saddest part of my day. I did buy a couple of pies though, and the girls got to pick their own apples. By the time we got home, ate supper, and were ready for a campfire, I couldn’t deal with the kids anymore. No naps makes for a really cranky evening. Luckily it gets dark earlier now, and I was able to put them to bed.

Today Chadley had to cut hay again in the morning. The girls and I got the camper picked up and took much needed showers. We went to the winery and let the girls play in the bouncy house for a while. We went for the corn maze, and then realized I shouldn’t walk that long anyway. After a late lunch, we drove around and got cranky. The kids were very tired, I was getting tired, and Chadley was getting bored.

Grandma Wendy, if you noticed some toys out of place at your house, that was Reese. We stopped in the say hi, and she started to play immediately.

The best part about my day wasn’t just the family time. It was much needed and I loved it, but something else happened. Something incredible. Ashley stopped over and dropped off those apple turnovers, just like she said she would. I stuffed one down before the kids could see it. So good. So very good. I’m sure somewhere in the recipe, it calls for butter, so it must have dairy, which has protein. I didn’t feel bad about eating it one bit, and I intend to have another one pretty dang soon.

The babies are craving everything apple. I drank 3/4 of a 1/2 gallon of cider. That gave me the craps, so I probably won’t be doing that again. I had some apple pie. I had some honey crisp apples. I also have a bunch of baking apples now, thanks to Todd and Michelle.  My next appointment is on Tuesday. I will have another TTTS check by ultrasound, and get another progesterone shot in my ass.  The last one didn’t hurt like they said it would. I think it’s because I have really strong butt cheeks.


Anyone have information on Child Labor Laws in Minnesota?


Doctors Orders

Good evening,

I’ve been receiving a lot of messages, phone calls, texts, and emails regarding updates on yesterdays appointment. Holy crap you guys, relax! I hadn’t even gotten out of my appointment and I had numerous messages. I appreciate everyone’s concern about the babies and I. It’s amazing how much love and support we have through all of this. With that said, I like to fill my husband in on any updates before anyone else. Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to share information with you right away. We need a little privacy and family communication, before the rest of the world knows what is going on. Again, we totally appreciate all the love, and we get how interesting our lives may be right now. If this offends you in any way, it’s a good sign, you are being a bit too nosey :). When we are ready to share things, we will share through this blog, in a time that works best for us. I could have updated earlier today, but I was busy taking a nap. Priorities.

So enough of me ranting about petty things. Lets get to the good stuff. So as you know, I had an appointment yesterday. I had another ultrasound for a TTTS check, and also met with an OB. Baby A was pretty cooperative, and Baby B was being an….let’s just say difficult to spare the name calling. B just kept moving around and wouldn’t let us get some readings. After the little one decided to pass out, we finally got readings of the brain, heart, umbilical cord, amniotic fluid,  and bladder and stomach. These readings help to tell us that everything is functioning properly or improperly. Both babies readings were looking great. Baby A is the one who had a lesser amount of amniotic fluid last time. There is still a bit less, but there was no change. We did get a good look at the membrane line that separates the babies. B is positioned so that A’s membrane is a little squished. So it looks like there is even less fluid for A than there really is. This is actually a good thing. Since there hasn’t been any change in fluid amounts, we are going to do another ultrasound next week and depending on results, will decide if I stay at weekly ultrasounds, or go back to every two weeks for now.

There was a lot of confusion with my regular OB. No one knew who it was, including me. I was suppose to have all my care transferred to Perinatal, and there was some communication issues. That’s all cleared up now, and I’m officially a patient with Perinatal, and not just an “interesting case”, or “special case”. I’m still very interesting and I like to think special as well, but at least they have my complete file to prove it now. We discussed my history of my last pregnancy, and possible outcomes with this one. Obviously, we have no idea on any outcomes at this point. We have been using the motto “Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best” since the beginning. We need to be realistic about what can happen. Even though, we don’t always want to talk about it, sometimes it’s easier to plan ahead. If we don’t need the plan, that is awesome. It’s like a fire drill or tornado drill. Prepare everyone incase we are in a bad situation, so shit doesn’t hit the fan.

Obviously we want to make it to the 36-37 weeks, but the likely hood of that is pretty low. Miracles happen every day though. We are going to do everything we can to try and prevent pre term labor, and any other complications that my show up. A couple doctors that were in the room with me discussed an option of an injection called 17P. It is a weekly dose of progesterone. It is used to help relax the uterine muscles to help prevent pre term labor. There have been a lot of studies done, and the trend is moving towards it being more successful than not. My biggest concern of course, was what effects could it have on the babies. According to the doctors, none. They start it between 16 and 17 weeks and continue it until 36 weeks. I am 17 weeks this week. After a lot of discussion, we all decided it was best. Especially if it won’t hurt anything, it’s worth being proactive. I asked a bunch of questions of do’s and dont’s. What kind of protein shakes or powders can I use, can I go to the chiropractor for my back, or get a massage. What kind of physical activity can I be doing and what to stay away from. I am told to bring in a label of any protein supplements, so they can look it over. I was given the go ahead for the chiropractor and massage. I am still not suppose to do much. I can go for short walks, but I need to listen to my body. If my back starts hurting, then I end up getting a lot of cramping. If I move around too much at all, I get a lot of cramping. I was advised to do some swimming. Just treading water will be helpful. I get some cardio, without that strain on my belly. Sex is a no. Sorry hun.

This morning I decided it was time to make a chiropractic appointment. I went to Gauer Chiropractic in Glencoe, where I’ve always gone. I trust Dr. Gauer and Dr. Johnson. Anytime I’ve ever had any issues, they have always fixed it. Being that I’m pregnant and had some bleeding, I need to be cautious about everything. Getting adjustments while pregnant is so beneficial, every pregnant person should do it. My lower back has been in so much pain, my upper back has caused my hands to fall asleep throughout the day, and be very painful at night. My neck was so tense, I would have constant headaches. When I left Gauer today, that was all gone. It felt so good to be able to stand up and walk without pain. My muscles really need some work yet to keep everything where it should be, so I will be making a massage appointment soon. I’m going to continue going to Gauer to keep my quality of life. This is going to help me get through this pregnancy, labor and recovery much easier.

If anyone has any idea how to get rid of the waddle and acne, that would be great.

Mary Kay Doering




I spent the majority of my day yesterday resting. It is what I am suppose to be doing, so it’s nice to actually accomplish something on a “to do” list. I went to my parents to pick up the kids around 9:30 am. They kept them over night, so the husband and I could go out for dinner. We decided to go to Red Lobster for the all you can eat shrimp deal. The line was out into the parking lot. I wasn’t about to wait for franchise food shrimp, so we went to Anton’s in St. Cloud. It was a really nice date night. We got to enjoy a delicious meal , shared our feelings, laughed until we cried. Those are lies actually. The appetizer, soup and salad was great. The meal was sadly disappointing. We did have good conversation, but no one cried. Not even me. Well, I cried a little bit. It’s what I do. It could have passed as a watery eyed yawn.

When I got the girls, they didn’t want me there. They actually told me to go away. I knew it was going be a bear to get them to leave grandma’s, so I just stayed. I stayed all the way through supper time. They got a nap in, I got a nap in. Grandma cooked all day.

Today has been a pretty good rest day too. It gets a little boring, but I’m doing what I’m told to do by my doctors. I can’t wait to ask if I can go to a chiropractor, or have sex again. I’m probably not going to do it, but I promised Chadley I’d ask. I have another ultrasound tomorrow. Hopefully nothing has changed since last week, other than both babies getting bigger.

The girls are napping like little angels right now. I got to eat a half a quart of jalapeño sour kraut, without having to share. I feel like my taste buds are wussing out on me. I used to eat a lot hotter stuff with no problem, but this stuff made me sweat. People are so caring. They hear I love pickles and kraut, and they are bringing me jars. That’s real friendship! My appetite is ridiculous today. I can’t find enough food to eat. It’s not even the quantity, it’s the quality. Like today I asked a friend about some baked goods I heard she was making. Now I’d probably kill for an apple turnover or some sort of fall type pie. I need protein the most, but it’s really hard to eat that. I don’t really want pork or chicken. Hamburger is ok, as long as it’s not a burger. It has to be in something with carbs. Steak, well, that’s not a problem. Fish isn’t good unless it’s seafood. Otherwise, I’ve been eating a lot of frozen pizzas. I only used to eat those at the bar, after a long night of drinking. Now I crave them. I have to stop talking about food before I eat my keyboard.


It’s really amazing how much I feel the babies kicking. The little flutters that were far and few in between, have turned into a rolling feeling. Sometimes, I just have to poop, but most of the time, they are really moving in there. I’m excited for Chadley to be able to feel the kicks. He only got to feel the girls move once. We are getting closer to that. The girls will probably think it’s pretty cool too. Or it will scare the shit out of them. Yesterday, Reese said “Mommy, your belly is getting really big, we should take the babies out now”. It’s one of those comments that they make to mess with you. Like when they want your food, but won’t actually tell you. They just say “I really love cheesy potatoes” then you feel obligated to give them some. But deep down, you’re thinking, get your own cheesy potatoes, these are mine, and I hate sharing everything with you. I wonder if there are any left over cheesy potatoes from last nights supper. I bet Chadley took them to work. I’m going to go find out.



Mandatory Monday

I know I know,

Everyone is upset I haven’t updated the blog in about a week. I left you all wondering what the gender of the babies are. Well……Keep wondering 🙂 We have been telling a few people here and there. We are having too much fun telling people in person, we are going to wait a while before we do a public announcement. I assure you, you’ll live not knowing for a little while longer. People have been hounding me about it, and it makes me laugh. We truly do want to tell all of you soon. We really just want to see some more family in person to let them know if they should be preparing for pink or blue. If I’d have another baby shower, we would either serve tacos, or hot dogs. Get it? haha.

My friend Brittany told her mom I was having 50% boys or 50% girls. From what I understand, she took that as I was having one of each. I will give you all a hint. It’s two of one sex. They are identical, so they have to be the same sex. Brittany also told me that I should have a mandatory Monday post. I’ve been slacking lately. I don’t have anything to update at the time.

Well, that’s not true. If you really must know, I’ve been an emotional mess. I can’t control my emotions at all. If it was happy emotions all the time, where I felt like I was high as a kite, and floating on cloud 9, then there would be nothing to complain about. Of course that is not the case. I was watching Paw Patrol the other day and found myself crying. I have no idea why, but I was blubbering like a damn whale. I go to bed at night and think of something from the past. It could be when the girls were born, or when I found out I was pregnant. Sometimes a crazy dream will get my frustrated and I will wake up crying. Then I have to pee, and I’m even more sad because I have to waddle my dizzy ass down the stairs again.

I run in to so many people that tell me how great the blog is, and how funny it is. Who wants to hear about me crying over animated puppies? If you think that’s funny, you’re sick and twisted, and we should probably be friends in real life.

We found out that we won’t be able to start digging for the house until the last week in September. We are freaking out. That’s field work time. It gets cold that time of the year. My father in law was going to be digging the hole. What if he’s in the field? It can’t get done then. Anyone want to dig a hole for hugs? Some people have said to maybe wait until next year. Those people haven’t walked up and down the stairs in the house we live in. Is it possible to raise a family of 6 in a small little farm house? Of course it is. Do I want to? Absolutely not! We’ve been planning this build for a long time, and it’s going to be the house we raise our 3 plus 1 children in. If you ask my husband, I’m kind of one of those people who like to get what they want. If I hear “NO”, I’m just going to fight harder for it. Unfortunately, Clair has also caught on to that. I understand that some things just aren’t probable. For instance, having your dream home. After the first bid we got for our first design, we realized that no one can really afford their dream home. So you compromise on some things. Like the size of his shop gets smaller, and the size of your kitchen and master bath room get bigger. You definitely don’t want to compromise on the quality of the build, so you get the most expensive chandelier and appliances, and remove the back garage door for all his toys to easily be moved in and out. I’m kidding of course. We are using pretty cheap cosmetic materials. Laminate countertops instead of granite. Fake doors instead of solid wood. We are going to save a lot of money by framing for windows, but just side right over them. In about 20 years, we might put in windows. Definitely going to need lots of candles in the winter. Of course, this process is stressful. I’m trying to not let it bother me.

The babies are kicking and screaming in my belly. Their little kicks are getting stronger. I’ve only had one person be rude about my growing belly so far. She claims she forgot I was pregnant. She can kiss my ass.

Enjoy the rest of your dreary Monday everyone!

With all sorts of emotional love,

Mary Kay Doering


Poppin Farts

Good afternoon Everyone! I apologize for not updating sooner. Labor day weekend was a much needed break for all of us. Since you didn’t hear anything from me then, that’s good news. I know a lot of you remember that I had an ultrasound yesterday. I’m sure you’re all dying to know the update on that.

I will start out with saying, we know the genders!! Unfortunately for you, we won’t be sharing for a short time. We want our family to know first. I do have a little more news that I will update you with though. The babies were looking pretty good on ultrasound. They are getting big! I didn’t realize I had Baby B all the way up towards my ribs already. Baby A is pretty comfy laying across my lower belly. B is butt down and A is head down. They are both right around 6oz. Baby B was measuring at 17 weeks 1 day, and A was measuring 16 weeks 5 days. So A is a tiny bit smaller than B, which is normal. The only semi-concern is fluid levels for A. There is a small difference from Baby B. A has a little less fluid. It is not too low, and B’s is not too high. It is just different. In  the case of one placenta, we are going to take precautions, and be seen every week already. The doctor said he is not worried, but he doesn’t trust a placenta. I was really hoping to get through the end of October before I had to drive to Abbott weekly, but watching closely is very important. If anything else with growth or fluid is changing more between the two, then we have to consider some options. One major option would be, taming the placenta with a high tech laser.  Sounds pretty sweet when I put it that way. It’s invasive, but seems to have a pretty good success rate. They use a laser to zap out some of the blood vessels to the baby who keeps stealing all the blood from the other baby. As of right now, we aren’t going to talk anymore about it, because like I said, it’s not a concern at the moment.

The rest of the ultrasound was great. B wasn’t too fond of taking pictures, so it wouldn’t stop moving for the tech. A was pretty wiggly as well. I go back again next Wednesday. The hardest part of the weekly appointments is changing my work schedule and having a sitter for Clair and Reese so often. It will all work out though.


In other news, Reese licked the bathroom wall at Cashwise this afternoon. That was one of the grossest things I’ve witnessed. I told her not to do that and she said “But Mom, I was cleaning the wall because it was dirty”. PUKE. It was bad enough we stood in that stall for 20 minutes waiting for Clair to poop. The little old lady next to us was popin farts and the girls kept asking “Did you toot?”



Throwing stones

I have to tell you all. I feel like a new human today. Last night, shortly before  bed time,  I was making one of my usual trips to the bathroom. I sat down to pee, and I started, then suddenly it stopped. Hmmm, what on earth is happening? Then BAM!!! The flood gate opened and a rushing river of pee flowed into the porcelain. It was such a relieving pee. For once in weeks, I felt like I emptied my entire tank. Usually when I am done, I stand up and have the urge to go again. I bent down to look in the toilet, and what do I see? A jagged kidney stone staring at me. It didn’t even make it to the bottom. It sat in the curve of the bowl. I fished that wretched sucker out and examined it. It was about half the size of a pencil eraser. No wonder I have been so damn uncomfortable. How many trips to the ER, blood tests, urine tests, even an MRI. It apparently wasn’t visible. They can pick them up on a CT scan when they are the size of a grain of sand. Since there was never any blood in my urine, even microscopic, they said it can’t be a kidney stone. Well, last night I pissed that sucker out and it’s definitely a kidney stone. I only got up to pee once last night. I havn’t had the feeling of my vagina ready to fall out since.

Some of you may remember a kidney stone with my last pregnancy. I spent two nights in the hospital, and then had to go to Abbott to have it blown up, while I was pregnant. It was the size of a large pea. It was not coming out and was backing up my kidney. My kidney was inflamed and I was in a crazy amount of pain. I spent a month in “labor” with the girls, and that kidney stone pain was by far the worse pain I’ve experienced. We have a feeling that the inflammation from my kidneys may have caused some of the pre term labor last time. We were really hoping kidney stones wouldn’t be an issue this time around. I remember drinking mass amounts of milk when I was pregnant with the girls. I just craved it, and I never drink milk. It was a way of my body saying “you need extra calcium”. Well, I’ve been watching my intake this time around, even though I’m craving it like mad again. The doctors said to not cut back, but I may have to stop drinking so much chocolate milk with meals. Commonly, stones are made up of calcium. Apparently, my body wants a lot of it when I’m pregnant, but doesn’t use it properly. Give it to the babies, dumbass.


Mary Kay Doering


Reese- Cartoons

Me- Hug

Reese- Cartoons

Me- Hug

Reese- I want Cartoons!

Me-I want a hug!

This conversation happened immediately after she woke up from a nap. It went on for quite some time. She pulled out the whines and the cries, and stomping her feet.

Clair laid nicely on the couch snuggled in. The dog is running back and forth, freaking out about Chadley being outside. Jumping from one window to the next. Jumping on the couch, on top of the kids. Clair doesn’t seem to care. She has a “screw it” kind of attitude today. I’m with her. Reese is yelling at her blanket to behave. It’s apparently not doing what it’s suppose to.  Oh for gods sake, she just licked the blanket to punish it and is now freaking out more. She’s wiping the nastiness from her tongue. It’s ok though, she’s wrapped up in the blanket again to console herself. Wait, just throwing another fit.

I honestly lost all track of what I was going to blog about today. I’m going to need some serious medication by the time #3 and #4 get here. If anyone knows of a good Valium or Xanax provider, let me know.

Yesterday was amazing at least. I fed the kids breakfast and before lunch grandma Wendy picked them up. She brought them to the beach all day. It was great. I got off the couch and took a shower. Put a little blush on and headed my way to Walmart. I got every single thing on my list, in record time. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the rest of my day. I went to the farmers market. Spent a small fortune on homemade crap I will probably never eat. All I really wanted was tomatoes for BLT’s. I forgot the tomatoes. It’s ok, I didn’t have the kids so I turned around and went back. I got my tomatoes, and an extra large head of cabbage I don’t know what to do with. I got home and found the $9 jar of pickles I bought broke. I rinsed the glass off one and took a bite. I found that it was one the most amazing, crunchiest pickles I have ever eaten. I got really sad about it. Since I didn’t have the kids, I drove back to Hutch and got 2 more jars. One jar is gone already. That makes me sad again.

When my mother in law got back with the kids around 5:30 they were sleeping. They slept until 7 am. Best stay at home date night ever! Chadley made me a frozen pizza and added extra cheese. What a good man.

I know you’re all dying to know about the babies and my angry uterus. They are doing great! The babies wiggle and kick a lot more often already. I’m still getting up to pee 4-5 times a night. I have an appointment on Tuesday and should be able to find out genders that day. The likely hood of me letting the world know that day is pretty slim. Chadley isn’t able to come with, because he needs to work. I am fine with that. I found out I was having two again on my own, I can do this! I just get to cry a little harder when it’s not what I want. Kidding of course. We honestly don’t really care. Boys obviously would be great since we have two girls already. We actually can’t think of any boys names, and are pretty set on girls names already. No, we will not share the names. Everyone always has an opinion about a babies name before they are born. I don’t want to deal with that. If afterwards someone doesn’t like a babies name, I dare you to tell me 🙂 .

Today Clair asked to kiss babies. The girls do this almost daily. They ask where to kiss and I just point at a couple spots on my belly. Today was a bit different though. Clair said she wanted to see in my belly button. I was a little confused. She quick put her hands down on both sides of my stomach and tried to look deep into my belly button. Instantly started to spaz “Why can’t I see them!?! I want to see the babies!!” Holy shit, this is getting out of control. “Grandma Wendy’s belly button is like you. Why is mine not like you?” How do I redirect from this conversation?? Who wants animal crackers?

If you don’t hear from me over the weekend, it’s because I was enjoying an NA beer with bloody mix and some of those pickles I got at the farmers market. If you see me, I won’t be sharing any of those pickles. You are welcome to listen to me chew, and hear the crunchiness for yourself though.

Enjoy your Labor Day weekend Everyone!

Mary Kay Doering




Questions or Concerns

Welcome to week 15. This week I pee every 12 minutes. Baby A continues to dance on my bladder/cervix to make me pee. Well, Baby A is either dancing, or Baby B is squishing Baby A down. The last ultrasound I had, Baby B stretched out as far as it could and flattened Baby A. Kind of a selfish little fetus if you ask me. There is only so much room in there, and Baby B is taking up more than enough.

The bleeding has stopped. The discomfort will continue for another few months. It will increase as time goes on. I am ok with that. I told my aunt Kathy, right at the beginning, that I hope I have a long, miserable pregnancy and make it to the end, looking like a blimp. She said she will remember that statement. A tiny bit, I am regretting those words. I was thinking more along the lines of being 30 weeks and starting to feel the pain, but not at 15 and before.

I did get to go camping last weekend. We went to South Dakota. The drive up sucked! I wasn’t sure if I was going to crap my pants, or if my vagina was falling out. Niether of which happened. I just annoyed everyone by my constant changing positions. As long as I am laying down, it’s not too bad.

My kids hated me over our little vacation. Reese refused to give me a hug the entire time we were there. They had grandma, and that’s all that mattered. The evening we got home, we were all best friends again. Hugs and kisses and cuddles. I kind of, sort of, just a little bit, wanted to go back to vacation so no one was touching me. Heck, Clair is hanging on my shoulder right now. It’s amazing how I loved to snuggle and begged my husband for a hug before, and now I don’t want anyone near me. I sat close to him on the couch last night, and he commented that I was breathing too heavy for him. So that’s happening already too.

My boobs though. That’s another whole section to write about. Holy crap! Heavy, large, firm. A mans dream, until I wake up and one of them is deformed from laying on my side. Part flapjack and part ski slope. It’s like a dozer started to tumble down the side of Mount Everest, but left the peak intact. I may have to breast feed for the rest of my life if I want them to stay like I was 22 again.

What are some questions you all have for me? Feel free to leave your questions in the comments. I would like to hear your thoughts. As long as you aren’t one of those people, who knows how to parent better than everyone else, and tells me what will work best for me and my family, I’d love to hear from you.


Mary Kay Doering

Good people

Happy Saturday !

I’m feeling much better today. I got good rest last night. I’m mostly posting today to make an announcement…

Happy happy birthday to my wonderful, amazing, caring dad! I feel pretty crappy that I’m not spending time with with today. He would have taken the time to spend my birthday with me. Just like he takes the time every day to drop off my mail, when he doesn’t have to. I think he still worries I won’t pay my bills on time, since I suck at getting to the post office. The other day when my mom took me to the ER, he volunteered to take my kids. He came over and picked them up. He said “don’t worry girls, we’ll find stuff to do today”. And they did. He made them a late breakfast. The girls ate like horses. He brought them out for lunch. They were so well behaved my for dad, I think I might hire him as daycare grandpa. It’s so cool that my dad, chadleys dad, and our moms are so close and comfortable taking their grandbabies. We are so lucky to have them in our lives.

As for the rest of you, I applaud you as well. I’ve recieved so many thoughts, prayers and offers to help with anything we need. We appreciate it more than you know. Chadley is a little more stubborn about receiving any kind of help. I’m ok with that too. It just proves he’s a hard working man, and he wants to provide everything he can for his family.

We are blessed. We are thankful. We love all your kindness.

Happy 65th Birthday Dad/grandpa


the Doerings

Time for a vacation

Well, it wasn’t a quiet day yesterday like we hoped for. Clair peed the bed again. Luckily, it was her own bed this time. Wouldn’t you know, she did it again today! I don’t understand. No one, including me, has wet the bed in months, and three nights in a row.

I got up yesterday morning and did the first thing I always do. I peed. In the toilet of course. I was disgusted to see that I was full of blood. The day before, at least it was older blood. This time, not so much. It was gross, and I was so sad. I called my mom, because that’s what we do. She brought me to the ER, as I was told to do by my doctor. We had another ultrasound. Babies looked great again. The placenta was still perfect. Everything in my angry uterus was just fine. I went home and rested the remainder of the day. The warm blankets in the ER are really nice, but it’s getting pretty old sitting in a sterile room every day.

Today the girls and I are just putzing around the house. My midwife that I saw during my last pregnancy got wind of my new pregnancy and called me today. It was so good to hear her voice. She always cared so much and knew exactly what to say, and how to treat anything that was wrong. It’s so different working with perinatology, and having a different doctor every time I have an appointment. I know that babies 3 and 4 and I will be taken really good care of. It’s just not the same.

My mother in law brought up that she wanted to go camping this weekend and that we should go with. My husband doesn’t like the idea. He said he is worried about me, and all the time I’ve spent at the hospital. What happens if I need to go back? It’s pretty simple actually. We find a hospital near us and go. I checked the hospitals near the campground, and they are in network. To me, it looks like he doesn’t have anymore excuses to not go. So hunny, I know you will read this, would you please take a half day tomorrow? We are going camping, and I’d like to get there before the mosquitos start biting.



The positive side of things…

Hi everyone,

Today was a tough day. It seemed like it was going to start out great. Usually, every morning, when daddy leaves for work, the girls get in our bed and start fighting. This morning, they got in and snuggled up and fell back asleep. I woke up to Clair screaming “MOMMY!”

I can hear you child, what’s wrong?

“I peed my pants!”

Normally,  I would be pretty upset about this. It’s one thing to pee in your own bed, but not cool to pee in mine. I just said “That’s ok , we needed to wash the sheets anyway”.

We all got up, stripped the bed down and headed down stairs to start the day. Let’s start by brushing our teeth. Hmmmm….The water doesn’t seem to have much pressure. Oh well, brush away. Now let’s take a shower. Yep, definitely no water pressure. Cool! How am I going to wash the pee sheets. Let’s bring them to grandma Penny’s house. She will wash them. So we finished getting ready, we all emptied our tanks (peed) and would you look at that?! Blood! F. Just F.

The day was planned around grocery shopping and paying bills, not going to the doctor. I called Abbott. The phone lines were down. I called Waconia, and they told me to just go to Abbott anyway. I left the kids with grandma and went on my way.

Perinatology was quick to walk me over to the ER where they thought I should be seen. I was put in a room right away, and they had already set me up to get an ultrasound. I waited for a while and the nurse wheeled my bed down to radiology. No matter where you go in Abbott, it’s a long trip through the halls. It brought back a lot of dark memories. The tech did the ultrasound, and it was complete silence. I was nervous, but watched as the little pumpkins bounced around. I waited for their heart rate scan. Both were at 150. So, they are moving around and have good heart rates. That’s another positive for the day. I was wheeled back to my room where I waited for what seemed hours for results. The doctor walked in and gave me a thumbs up. He said the babies looked great and everything looked great. Thank God! It turns out I have a hematoma (bruise) 0n my cervix. Most likely caused from all the crazy sex we have NOT been having. It could very well be the cause of the bleeding though. My placenta is pretty low as well. I honestly don’t even know what that means. It wasn’t over my cervix, just low and they said they would keep an eye on it.

Seriously you guys, this is suppose to be the lamest of all pregnancies. I feel like there is an issue every week. The doctor told me to keep it relaxed for a while. I won’t be working my last shift at the Legion. I shouldn’t be lifting a bunch or exercising. See, another positive. I don’t exercise, so now I don’t have to feel guilty about it. I will be keeping my September 6 appointment at Abbott, and just go from there.

Sorry to disappoint everyone on the funny scale tonight. I know how much you all like a good laugh before bed. The kids just haven’t been very funny the last couple of days, so I figured I’d throw you in a different direction. Maybe tomorrow Reese will crap in her bed and we can all get a good laugh out of that. Goodnight everyone.

Mary Kay Doering

Coconut Water and Animal Crackers

What a fantastic day! Spent the majority of it at my nephews fourth birthday party. The girls were so well behaved. Well, they were until we wanted to leave.

There were so many kids there. It gave me a small glimpse of our future. I might as well start an in home daycare. Any volunteers on helping out with this? And by volunteers, I mean, you won’t be getting paid.

I will be working my last shift at the Legion on Wednesday. My back and hips just can’t handle it anymore. It sucks, because I really enjoy getting out of the house and away from the kids for a while. The extra cash is always nice too. Which reminds me, you can help me make some extra cash. It’s pretty easy actually. When you read this blog, all you have to do is click on the advertisements at the bottom, or anywhere they appear on the page. You don’t have to buy anything, just click on them. The more people who follow my blog, leave likes and comments, the more advertisers I get. Every time someone clicks on an add,  I get  something like a half a penny. So, if you share my blog with friends on Facebook, through email, or just word of mouth, you are helping me out.

Tonight has been interesting in this house. Comical actually. Kids play and pretend and come up with some funny situations. Clair is holding a book like a serving tray and walking around offering everyone coconut water. I asked her to repeat herself, because what kid pretends to make and serve coconut water? We sure as hell don’t drink it. I’m blaming this one on grandma Wendy. Chadley and I have had enough coconut water tonight and would like it to stop.

Meanwhile, Reese is picking her nose and tells me “Mommy, I want this out”. I said “What? A booger?” She just kept digging.

For goodness sake Reese. What on earth did you put in your nose?!?!? She points at the giant tub of animal crackers. Sure enough, I see the ass of a horse shoved all the way up there. I’m already laughing uncontrollably. Every parent deals with a kid getting something stuck in their nose. I tried having her blow it out. She of course inhaled more. I covered the other nostril and blew into her mouth ( I heard about that somewhere). It didn’t do the trick. It was way too far up for a tweezers. I told Chadley, I think we have to bring her in. He was not about to waste the rest of his Sunday evening at the ER again. He comes back with an oversized rubber straw from our friends cocktail cup, she forgot at our house (sorry, Jessica). Now what in the hell are you planning on doing here? Reese laid back with the most concerned look on her face. Daddy is coming to the rescue again! He was sucking on that straw so hard, he was shaking. After the third attempt, that horses ass shot right in to the hangy ball in the back of his throat. Instant gagging. Drool flying out of his mouth. Running to the bathroom and pukes his guts out. At this point, I’m pretty sure I peed my pants. I’m laughing so hard at the entire situation it hurts. Clair is still serving coconut water. Reese has the look of terror on her face. Dad is still puking. He comes back and asks “Did I get it out?” I didn’t have the nerve, but I wanted to tell him No.

Now everyone is sitting on the couch eating Daddies favorite ice cream, with nuts in it, as I type this out. I’m still laughing. I have to change my undies, and I really just want to go to bed. Till next time.

Mary Kay Doering


Sometimes we make bad choices…


Look at those beautiful girls. So proud to be big sisters. We were excited to share the news, but not as early as the girls planned.

The morning I peed on a stick, the girls asked “what’s that Mommy?”

I said “girls, that means mommy has a baby in her tummy”

Bad choice number 1. Don’t tell a three year old you’re pregnant. It took me about four days to tell Chadley.  He was stressed out with bailing hay all week, I didn’t want to bother him. The night I decided to tell him, I made him quite the dinner. I had baby back ribs, with sweet baby rays BBQ sauce. Baby red potatoes, baby bella mushrooms. Hell, I even had  baby corn. Who makes baby corn?!?! Unfortunately, the guys with the hay hadn’t finished up yet. So dinner plans had to change last minute. Chadley’s mom and I ended up making burgers for everyone. I kept thinking about how on earth I was going to tell him now.

When we went to bed that night I explained that I made a big special supper for him. I named off all the things I made. His reply “so now all that food is going to go to waste in the fridge!”

I said “You got nothing out of that did you? Sweet BABY ray, BABY corn!”

He closed his eyes took a deep breathe, and about 45 seconds later said “You’re pregnant”


He needed a moment of silence. I laughed. I couldn’t keep a straight face. I was over the moon excited. For him, he just imagined no sleep and a crying baby. I don’t blame him. Even though we tried, just that once, it is kind of bad timing. We are in the process of building a house, and we haven’t broke ground yet. Let’s just say it will be a forever memorable Memorial Day Weekend.

It didn’t take but the next day for the world to know. My folks stopped out at our camper and the first thing Reese says is “Mommy has a baby in her tummy”. So now one set of grandparents know. 20 minutes later, Grandpa Chad shows up. Clair tells grandpa the same thing. Now the other grandparents know. Might as well send out a mass text to the rest of the family.

Then we decided to do a formal announcement. Bad choice number 2. See above  photo. Don’t say things, unless you have facts.

We thought this photo idea (compliments of K Mills photography) , was a great and funny idea. Of course we didn’t think we would have twins again. It’s a 1 in 70,000 chance of that happening back to back. God has a funny sense of humor. So many people have said to play the lottery. I disagree. The odds were totally against us this time. I got up to pee 4 times last night. I bet if I was pregnant with only one, I would have only gotten up twice.

I could go on, but the girls are arguing with me why my buttons on my shirt aren’t buttoned up. Toddlers… Bad choice number 3. Not choosing boarding school at an early age.

Mary Kay Doering

Always a problem…

Sorry I didn’t update anything yesterday. It was a tough day. It sarted off great. Grandma Penny and Grandpa Duane took the girls and I to a pork chop feed. I wasn’t feeling the best. I had a pain in my side since the day before. After a pit stop to see the inside of a corn field, and a gas station visit, I went home to rest and scratch mosquito bites on my rear end. My side pain was getting increasingly worse. I called the on call OB and they told me to go to the ER. Since it was so hot outside, I knew my husband didn’t really want to go fishing with his buddy. So, I called him to take me in. I could tell he was relieved he didn’t have to sit on the water in the hot sun.

The ER was of course packed. Kids screaming, families eating McDonald’s and hanging out like there was a reunion. I even listened to one lady complain about how others should not be at the ER, and should have gone to a clinic or urgent care. The little boy crying with the contusion on his head, who wouldn’t stop bleeding, clearly didn’t need to be there. I never did figure out why she was waiting to be seen. She clearly spoke and walked fine, and had no problem slopping extra ketchup on her French fries. Maybe it was an emergency with her attitude. Anyways, enough with being bitter. I ended up getting McDonald’s on my way home too.

I got checked in. Had a low grade fever, peed in a cup, had blood drawn. The typical ER routine. Everything came back pretty normal. White count was a little high, but that seems to be every time I have blood drawn. The main concern was that I didn’t have an appendicitis. I didn’t think it was one, since I have had this pain in the past. No one has ever figured it out. This time the pain was causing low back pain and some pelvic pain as well. They did an MRI. Everything looked normal. My right ureter was a little different. So a small chance of a kidney stone. Appendix is fine, no UTI. No sign of infection. Just a pain in the side.

My husband says he thinks I was just being a baby so he couldn’t go fishing. Because every girls dream is to have a date night at the ER.

Today my side still hurts. The kids stayed with grandma and were great until I picked them up this morning. It’s a pizza night tonight. I think I’ll even get delivery. I don’t feel like turning on the oven, or opening the freezer.

The babies are great though. Had a really quick ultrasound to make sure there was nothing wrong. Chadley got to see them for the first time. He still had doubts there were two in there. They flipped around and flailed their little arms and legs. It’s fun to watch. It makes every pain worth it.

Mary Kay Doering

First blog post

Welcome to my blog. Never in my life did I think I would be writing a blog. In fact, I just recently discovered what a blog actually is. Due to lives recent events, many friends have been recommending I start this. This is going to benefit my family and I, as well as everyone, who like most of us, are nosey.

For those of you who are new to the Doering crew, I will give you a quick background.

In 2013 I gave birth to identical twin girls, Clair and Reese. I spent 5 weeks in the hospital, prior to giving birth. At only 28 weeks gestation, they came into the world in a heck of a hurry. To put it lightly, it was hell. Yes, I know things could have been much worse. But to us, at he time, it was the worst we had ever been through. The girls are almost 3 1/2. They are thriving, and above and beyond their corrected age. They just had their NICU follow up at Children’s in Minneapolis. Their test scores were fantastic. We couldn’t be more proud.

A lot of people followed a Caring Bridge page for the twins. We are going to be doing things a little different this time. By this time, I mean, we are expecting more identical twins. For family and friends who did not know this, yes, another set of twins are growing in my angry uterus. We were so excited to have a singleton. Just one baby to hold, to feed, to change and bathe. I was so demanding we have another baby, because I wanted to be selfish and experience what it’s like with just one. Well, that dream went down the crapper. We are having two more, and we couldn’t be more blessed, or terrified.

I didn’t laugh this time when I found out there was two. I cried. I cried a lot. I even yelled at the ultrasound tech to “take it back!”

I gave myself a day to be angry about my selfishness, but now we are just scared. We are so scared of a repeat of last time, or even worse. It’s been a really rough start with all day every day morning sickness, extreme fatigue, back pain and lightheadedness. You know, typical pregnancy complaints. But I get to complain, because I’m pregnant, and that’s one of the joys of pregnancy. So let me enjoy this, because it’s my last time.

Anyways, the point in this blog is to keep the world updated on everything that is going on. Working in a small town, everyone wants to know every detail. As much as I love to talk about it, it’s difficult repeating myself, and it drives my husband crazy. So please don’t be offended if I refer you to the blog for any extra questions. I don’t have a clue how this blog works, so bare with me. It took me 45 minutes to figure out how to change the background, and I still don’t like it. I will make a post about appointments, and anything else that pops in my head as we go. Feel free to comment and ask questions. You can follow this blog by clicking somewhere on the right side. There is a little widget to click. Check in often for updates. I will get more information about the pregnancy out in my next post.



Tripp woke up early from his nap. I had lunch ready for both boys, but Layne continued to sleep.

Tripp sat like a good little boy and ate all his food.

Apparently, he was not full…

At least he put Layne’s plate back where he found it.


Not sure what to title it, so I will title it “not sure what to title it”

We let the girls pick out their Halloween costumes last night. Online shopping isn’t nearly as cool as going to the store, but I really didn’t want to go to the store.

I have picked out their costumes or made them every year. I’m tired though. This year, I just didn’t give a shit. They did not pick the same thing. They didn’t even really care themselves. They were in such a hurry to get back downstairs so they could watch other kids play with toys on YouTube. That’s a whole other blog…

We had a great weekend at Thea’s Pumpkin Patch in Pelican Rapids. Seriously, if you haven’t gone, you should go. All the proceeds go to Thea’s college fund. Amazing family.

The kids swam and got to go down the water slide. I went down the water slide. I screamed like a little bitch, but I loved every moment of it. The girls picked out their own pumpkins. The boys were hilarious to watch walk around in snow pants. Little drunk people. Just imagine it.

We got home and unpacked and I washed our sheets and showered and shaved my legs and I crawled in to bed a few minutes after 8 and it was glorious. (Holy shit for a run on sentence)

I hear it’s MEA this week. That means no school Thursday and Friday. Lord help me. I need those kids in school. It’s good for them, it’s good for me.

………I wrote this Monday and just realized I forgot about it.

So now it’s Tuesday. Last night I took the girls to their school conferences. Turns out they are going to be great in politics when they are older. Somehow they are extremely well behaved and intelligent at school. No problems, no concerns. Proud of the f#*king little liars.

Thanks to harvest, I will be bringing my kids to work tonight. So if you want dinner and a show with your BARGO, tonight would be the night to join me at 6.

Cake and Meat and Bargo

It’s surprisingly quiet in the house today. The boys are napping. It’s glorious. Of course it wasn’t quiet when they were awake, but for now I’ll take it.

There’s a couple of cakes on the counter. 4 to be exact. There’s 3 more in the freezer. They are staring at me and mocking me. Telling me I can’t touch them and if I do, they are going straight to my ass. I’ll show them! I’m taking one to BARGO tonight at the Legion. Customers can eat it for FREE with the half time meal. While they eat their free cake, they can get out their dollar bills and win some delicious steaks during the MEAT RAFFLE!

It’s going to be an exciting night. Don’t ask why I have so much cake. It’s none of your damn business. But, if you want to know what time all these festivities begin, it’s 6pm tonight.

Have your cake and eat it too!

And your meat.

And your drinks.

And your favorite bartender

6pm my friends…..


Come early if you want a good seat.

Don’t be a Richard

So I’m on this “mommy” Facebook page. Someone added me quite a few years ago and I just kept on it for entertainment purposes. The only real advice I’ve received from this page is to stay the f#%* out of peoples business and ask an actual medical professional for medical advice.

Most recently I’ve been seeing a lot of posts about CPS. Not just on that “mommy” page, but other pages as well.

Let me tell you something, if you’re a good parent and don’t do drugs or abuse your children, no one should be calling CPS on you. If you’re an asshole that calls CPS because you saw someone’s 4 year old playing outside unsupervised, you’re a piece of shit.

Since when can’t kids play!?

As parents we deal with so much judgment day in and day out from every damn angle. We are told constantly what we are allowed and not allowed to do. It’s pretty f#%*ing pathetic that we can’t parent in a way that makes sense for our family.

This did not happen to me. This is a total random stranger. It upsets me though, because I’ve received emails from having my blog, of people wanting to report me because I gave my kid a time out instead of giving in to bad behavior, or I let my kids eat meat, when it’s best to be vegan. People are crazy. Crazy people need to mind their own damn business.

Remember when I wrote about Amiri King. He’s a popular internet sensation. Ex con becomes rich off his hilarious videos and gives back to the police and veterans and to thousands of others. He’s married, has 3 beautiful daughters he raised ON HIS OWN. His name is being drug through the mud and CPS has been knocking down his door. People, his own sister, who he’s given hand outs to left and right, and some other asshat made up a bunch of bullshit lies about abusing and raping his own daughters. I don’t have 100% of the details, but you get the point.

Why the hell would you be so disgusting to ruin someone’s (him AND and DAUGHTERS) lives? What do you get out of it?

His kids were taken out of school. Interviewed and harassed by CPS. They won’t leave him alone. Once a case is open, you have eyes on you forever.

Don’t be a prick. Don’t report people for nothing.

There’s standards for shit. Not agreeing with someone’s parenting styles, jealousy, or just wanting to damage a life are not reasons to report someone. Don’t be a fucking idiot.


If you’re being reported and know why, and it’s for something that’s actually bad…. you get to live with that. You’re also an asshole.

No one is a perfect parent. At least try to be a good one.

There’s a lot of good people out there. A lot who try really hard to make the world go round. Don’t f#%* that up for them because you suck.

Piss pants

I just wanted to update the f#%*ening going on at our house.

Every day sort of blends together so bare with me.

Every nap and night time routine has turned into a clean up session. Last night we got some hand me downs of footie pjs to keep them from taking their diapers off. The pjs were a bit too big, but I was sure they would do the trick.

This morning I smiled when I saw both boys were fully clothed. I picked up Tripp and he smelt like pee. I figured he just drank too much milk at supper and peed through his diaper a little. I brought him upstairs and realized that he was quite damp and the smell was pretty strong. Let’s get that butt changed before breakfast.

We both giggled as he happily laid down on the changing pad. I made silly noises as I unzipped his footie pajamas. To my surprise, a teeny tiny weenie pokes out! What in the hell?

Somehow this little magic man, managed to remove his diaper. The diaper was bone dry at the bottom of his footies. These new fleece pjs must be the most absorbent sons of bitches on earth. His sheets were still dry! And if you knew my boys, their diapers weigh a good 6 lbs every morning. I was so thankful he wasn’t full of shit.

Besides that, everything is going pretty normal around here. Mess after mess that doesn’t clean itself up. Some people mentioned a maid or a nanny. I love the idea, but my career choice doesn’t exactly allow for that financially. So to be honest, I laughed at all your comments.

We had the kids pictures taken by Keri Mills on Sunday. She does incredible work. Layne wanted nothing to do with pictures, so he just kept wondering off. Getting the girls to listen to direction was like talking to the weeds Tripp kept pulling out of the ground. She got some super cute shots though.

I ended up taking Tripp to the ER on Sunday night. Both boys have had a cough/cold for a while now. Saturday night while I was at work Chadley said Layne was really sick. By Sunday night Tripp was having difficulty breathing so I took him in. We did nebs at home, but it didn’t seem to help Tripp like it did for Layne. After another neb, steroids, chest x-Ray and an antibiotic, we found out he has bronchialitis and pneumonia. So two sick little boys. Very cranky boys. The girls have been hacking up a lung for a while now too. It’s only September and the sickness is awful. We need a vacation.

So innocent and destructive

You can laugh about this all you want. I did not laugh about this story. I cried. I cried a lot. Some days are so fu#*ing hard.

My morning was normal. Woke up did the things. Fed the things. Cleaned the things. Typical things.

The boys cried on the way home from Panther Point because I wouldn’t put their shoes back on. The cries were high pitched and horrible. We got home, I fed them lunch. It was just before 11. Another awesome mess to clean up. I’m starving by now and the boys are super cranky. I decided to put them down for a nap so I could eat something and continue to prep supper and clean up lunch. The boys of course made all kinds of noise and were not going to take a nap. They weren’t crying, but being annoying. I said screw it, they can nap later.

This is where it begins….

I go downstairs and before I reach the bottom step I can already smell it. The fresh paint smell that was still a part of our new house no longer lingered in the air. I know why they didn’t go to sleep. I’m terrified to open the door. Slowly as the door creeks open that hot aroma of hell filled my nostrils. This ever so familiar scent made my eyes water. Stinging pain. They did it again. It was only a matter of time. They had eaten 4 1/2 lbs of meat between the two of them in the last 3 days, they had to poop at some point. Two heaping piles of shit filled two heavy duty size 5 diapers. You can imagine their white cribs painted rail to rail and their toes to their nose mud masked over their chubby naked little bodies. I purposely put them to bed with too small of pants so they couldn’t take their diapers off. They did it. They are so incredibly strong. One at a time I wrestled them down to scrub beef roast and carrots off their skin. The laughed and giggled and pissed everywhere as I cleaned their feet. I got them washed up and needed to start on the cribs. They made their way in to the play room. Go ahead, make a mess. It can’t get much worse…

It did. It got much worse.

I went to the play room to retrieve them. They weren’t there. They managed to sneak into the girls bathroom. Did you know the girls never flush the toilet, even though they’ve been told multiple times to flush the damn toilet!

With plastic toy pots and pans and cups and Barbie hair, they successfully destroyed the entire bathroom. I don’t know what was all in that toilet water, but I assure you, it smelt worse than the shit all over their bedroom. The walls were soaked, they were soaked, the floor, you guessed it…soaked. Not just water. Piss water. Piss water that had fermented into the most toxic smelling death water. The boys were fine though, as I started to cry, they laughed and rolled into the carpet.

I hadn’t even finished cleaning up the newly finger painted cribs and now I’m dealing with piss filled flood waters. I stripped their clothes off before they could soak anymore property. They screamed bloody murder through another bath.

I continued to cry trying to figure out how to clean up this mess, and that mess and the mess that was still upstairs from lunch. I tried so hard this week from before sun up to far after sun down to get the house in shape. It was now worse than what it started. I closed the boys in upstairs while I disinfected downstairs. I cried harder as I could hear the boys digging through the pantry and emptying drawers. Crash! My lunch that I never got to eat hit the ground. Bang! My water mug I had put strawberry lemonade crystal light in splashed over the floor I just scrubbed. I can’t be two places at once. I can’t control them when I’m elbows deep in sewage.

I need a house keeper. I need someone else to do these extra tasks for me. I don’t want to scrub another toilet. I don’t want to wash another base board. I don’t want to wash another window. Not because the tasks are so difficult, but I just can’t keep up with them. Every minute I don’t pay close attention to my kids and what they are doing, is another disaster I have to take on. Children are destructive. So innocent and destructive. And mommy is losing her shit from cleaning shit.

Rain day

I turned all of yesterday’s negative energy in production and scrubbed the windows and toilets I didn’t get to a couple days ago.

I made supper. Supper was a fail.

It took too long to bake the meat loaf and then I forgot about the meat loaf. Chadley says to cut off the top and it will be fine. Looks like I know what they are having for supper tonight while I’m at work.

We are having a bit of a lazy morning. Cartoons for the boys. Extra coffee for me. I’m not sure why I’m so tired today. Probably the rain again.

I thought my husband would be in the field already this week, so having him home is kind of nice. I didn’t work last night, so a little quiet quality time was prefect.

Look at these cuties. Pre bedtime cuddles and cartoons. The girls and boys really miss each other during the day. The boys get up and go directly to the girls room and find they are gone, and they get super sad. It’s cute. With the girls gone during the day, the boys are finally learning to say a few words though. Not clearly or consistent, but they are starting and soon enough they won’t stop talking, just like their sisters.

Another bad shopping experience

Here we go. I’m going to bitch about something real quick.

As you all may know, I lead a very busy, hectic beautiful life. I have four amazing children whom I adore and sometimes need breaks from. The times I don’t get breaks from them, I am still living my life one errand at a time, with them, with me, going 100 miles an hour to get to my next destination (figuratively for the love of god. I set my cruise control at the speed limit).

Anyway. Today was another typical Wednesday. I got up with the girls and got them on the bus. I did dishes and laundry and made breakfast for the boys. I managed to put on clean underwear, squeezed into a sports bra, tied up my shoe laces and got my ass to the gym. I load and unload kids multiple times with bribing them every second to behave so I can get a fulfilling ass kicking in by Molly at SNAP. I leave the gym. I load and unload again. In the rain. Normally I need to make stops for groceries or the bank or gas. Sometimes all of it. Today it was all of it. No big deal.

The boys needed winter coats and pjs, so instead of going to Cashwise, I went to a different store. One just down the way that carries more items than just groceries and soap. I made my way through this other store that I happen to spend a fortune at weekly. I get what I need,plus plenty of extras, hoping I don’t have to stop anywhere else this week. Two carts full of items. I’d say a good $200 worth of shit, including the coats and pjs and groceries.

I made my way to the check out. There’s four open. Four. But wait! There’s a ton of help your self, bullshit registers open and not a single person using them. Why? Why is no one using them? Because they suck. When I go to a store, I like to organize my items while I place them on the belt and hear the sweet beeping noise as a trained employee adds my items to the bill and puts them in a bag. It makes everything go much smoother and quicker for the transaction to take place. Also, you can’t write a damn check at a self check out. I use checks. Lots of people actually still use checks. My money that I make at my job gets directly deposited into my CHECKING account. I do not like debit cards. I do not like credit cards. I have one. I prefer not to use it unless absolutely necessary. I’m not behind the times, I am trying to manage my money the way I see fit for me. I am the customer. Wouldn’t you want to benefit your customers? Make their lives easier?

No! No they don’t. They are putting in all these stupid self check outs to save the company money. I tell ya what. This ain’t a mom and pops store, the CEO doesn’t need more money. A few less jobs for people who need them. A few more angry customers who have to now wait in line far longer than ever before. When the fricken checkout line is backed up like Black Friday on a regular Wednesday, you think you’d see the problem and fix it. No one seemed to want to fix it.

As I stood there, carts full, kids screaming and trying to escape the cart, I asked someone for help. I kindly asked them to please open more lanes. She walked away. Wouldn’t acknowledge me. Clearly I am struggling. Running out of patience as I’m running out of time. I have to be somewhere, and now it’s getting dangerous for my kids falling out of the cart. (Yep, they were buckled in. No, it doesn’t keep them there. If you dare think I need to control my ONE YEAR OLDS better, you can suck a fart).

A manager walks by. Please! Can you open more real people lanes, I only have a check! For the second time, I was not acknowledged. This infuriated me. Not a single person was checked out in any lane this entire time. I paced back and forth hoping a line would move. The boys were done. They weren’t sitting anymore and had gotten beyond bucky. Even if I didn’t have the kids with, this was taken waaayyyy too long.

I said f#%* it. Two carts full of shit, I grabbed my purse and a boy in each arm and walked out. I left the carts, I left with some choice words I’m not proud of, and I hate thinking of the next time I have to go back.

I wasted more time in the check out at that store than I did driving back down to Cashwise and going through the entire store with check out. I am always greeted by the employees there. They are always willing to offer help, even though I 99% of the time will not except it. They treat their customers like humans rather than another body they have to get in and out the door. Huge cheers to Cashwise in Hutchinson. Big jeers to the other store that has prompted me in to using Amazon Prime for all my other daily necessities.

Time is more important than money to me. I prefer to spend both wisely.

New move

We made the move!

The boys are finally in their own bedroom. Chadley came home from work yesterday and I just then decided as he walked in the door, we were going to move the boys downstairs. Not exactly what Chadley had planned to do after a long day at work I’m sure, but the choice had been made.

He started taking the cribs apart and the girls and I took the last of the leftovers from moving in, out of the boys bedroom. We cleared the space, dusted, vacuumed, washed their bedding and their little puppy dogs too.

I was so excited to tuck them in their new space for the first night. After the cribs were complete, we ate supper and cleaned up. I started the bath for the little naked boys and my phone rang. Work call… I had to go. Chadley got to tuck them in all by himself.

When I got home, I finished my paperwork and snuck a peak at them. Cute little butts in the air, snoring like gorillas. With the thunder storms this morning, I was sure they would wake up early. They actually slept in until 8.

It’s nice not having to be quiet upstairs for nap time and after bed time. I would like to say I got a lot more accomplished today, but I didn’t. Every step in progress I made, the boys took me 6 steps backwards. Have you ever tried to sweep a floor with two toddlers who LOVE to help? I put away all the toys. Before I could complete one side of the room, the other half was full of those same toys I put away. Cute little chubby bare feet shuffling back and forth over the pile of dirt and Cheerios I just swept up, followed by big giggles….and some scolding from mom. I had been going going since 6:30 this morning and the bathrooms and windows haven’t gotten touched yet. As I’m typing this I’m also realizing that i forgot to take something out for supper. Dammit. This little break was necessary though. No background noise. Just some hot tea and my favorite chair.


It’s windy and raining.

Just a quick weather update for those of you in an office with no windows. You’re suppose to be working, but I know you’re scrolling through Facebook to pass the time.