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The One Where Sarah Holds Them in for an Extra Week
June 11, 2008
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Freak.
I would have wanted it to happen- just for the opposite story.
I would’ve done the same thing.
The question left unanswered. Who wont the playoff’s?
That would be “won.” Not sure where that extra “t” came into play.
That’s some pretty serious will power. I’m impressed.
LOL
I would’ve been the same way.
Now that, my friend, is impressive. Mind over sitcom.
That is hilarious! Good for you!
And, now you know why I read you.
Though, I would love you a lot more had you named the twins Geller and Bing.
I had Noodle on Good Friday the thirteenth. This is supposed to be good luck in some religions, too bad I am not religious.
It is amazing the power the mind has over the body!
At least you weren’t planning on naming them Jack and Erika. (Don’t hate — I had to google to find that out.)
I almost have you beat. After 6 episodes of pre-term labor, I went to the doc for my weekly check. Started having contractions 3 mins apart in the waiting room. No biggie, they had been 30 seconds apart the week before. He checked me, said he wanted me to get an ultrasound, and that he’s see me “across the street”.
Shorten this story a little — 3 hours later I’m “across the street” at the hospital having my water broken by said Doc. The last episode of Seinfeld is on that night. My dh shows up just in time to watch it. I’m writhing on the table/bed/whatever hardly able to breathe from the contractions, yet not really able to move as they’d already given me the epidural, and vomiting the whole way through.
Anyway, I’m trying to watch this stupid show because I’m sure it’s going to be hilarious, but also trying to keep my wits about me (evidently I cussed out my mom). And I’m not sure if it’s the epidural, or if it’s lack of oxygen, or if it’s the whole surreal “I’m finally getting these babies OUT”, but the final show seems weird. Not Seinfeld weird, but “what is this show and what have they done with Seinfeld?” weird.
Fast forward 2 hours & here I have Crab; Yell has gone to NICU (she was truly pissed to have been delivered & refused to cry, just glared at everyone), and I’m saying to dh “well, that wasn’t so bad”. And he says something like, “Yeah, well you could have picked a night other than the last episode of Seinfeld.”
Grrrrrrr.
I saw that episode again a few months later and it still didn’t make sense. I guess I can’t blame the kids.
That’s funny. But I think being pregnant with twins makes you a little loopy, especially if you are stressed and on hospital bedrest. I know I am acting more and more brain dead each day.
When I told one of my neighbors I was having twins with an August due date, she was like “Oh just like Brad and Angelina!” OK… where is my million dollar villa in Southern France and league of nannies???
It was really nice of you to let your nurse watch the show.
She must have been a realy good nurse for you to have turned off a playoff game. Me thinks you must have been a bit loopy…
I don’t blame you…even though no one else but YOU would know that now it still would have sucked. I was SO over that show by then too..I don’t think I saw it either.
Our twosome had already made their grand entrance by the time of that infamous finale…and while I was a bit post-partumly irked at Courtney Cox stealing my twin mom thunder, I did LOVE the very real moment when Monica and Chandler wanted to trade the babies they were holding and couldn’t figure out how. A very nice homage to the logistics challenges with two uber-floppy newborns.
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(I always thought my mental strength contributed to my anal retentiveness…I have to think yours qualifies vaginal retentiveness!
I still haven’t seen that episode.
Way to hold ‘em in. Who won the NBA playoff game?
Ok, I had my daughter the night Ross and Rachel named their baby. I had been having AWFUL back labor for more than 24 hours that no amount of drugs would help, but I wouldn’t start pushing until AFTER the episode was over. That’s how I know exactly how long I pushed before the c-sec. Damn Friends’ and their suckage-in power. I blame it on my Mom, she was in the room with me and totally was my enabler!
While Mama was knocked out on Nubain in the next room, I was over in the “lounge” (who puts a lounge on the labor and delivery floor? who’s going to lounge there? if you have time to lounge, you’re on the wrong floor…then again, I was in there…) calling the car dealer to ensure that our new car (to replace the one that was totaled with nine-months pregnant Mama in it) was ready to pick up on a moment’s notice because I didn’t want my baby going home in a rental car. Now you know how my mind works. Or perhaps you already knew that, ’cause I’ve pretty much got the standard-issue guy mind.
I was a senior in high school when that episode aired and I watched it with my then boyfriend who was trying to convince me to not move away to college. I had never really watched Friends before that and I remember thinking “I cannot seriously be considering putting my life on hold for this jackass.”
I broke up with him a couple weeks later. Obviously it was the right move since I’m married to someone else and he’s still a jackass.
Our story is the same, except I almost DID have my duo on the same day as the Gellar-Bings. I laid in my hospital bed, had friends “over” for dinner and we all four watched the final show on my 9inch hospital TV. A&M were born the next day.
I would have done the same thing. My doc wanted to schedule Boo’s birth (I can’t do the whole birthing thing on my own) for Moo’s birthday because of his golfing trip. I ranted and raved SO MUCH he cancelled his plans and scheduled it for the next day. So they are a day apart, but much better than the same day, 7 years apart!
That is hysterical! Like anyone would have ever remembered that. I love Friends, I still watch all the re-runs. But I couldn’t tell you the year, let alone the date that Monica and Chandler “had” their babies.