Minus of the biting reality of being home and still having to grocery shop, I feel great. Exhausted, sick with the usual airplane-cold c/o inhaling recycled
farts air, but great. We had an amazing time in New York and I didn't once feel the need to break, sit, collapse or throw up, which is pretty incredible considering how active we were vs how inactive I've been in the last few months. I feel similarly sized as last week and am still able to sleep on my belly with some pillow propping, which means = I'm sleeping through the night. (Side-sleep means insomnia for this girl so I'm milking the belly sleep for as long as I can tolerate it.)
The babies are the size(s) of apples this week, which means I get to say, "how do you like these apples?" to people and watch them not laugh.
Awesome = I felt movement this week for the first time! I think so, anyway. (!!!). I was sixteen weeks when I felt first movement with Fable so I'm pretty sure this was legit. High five!
Not awesome = Braxton Hicks contractions. Already! Ahhh! At first I thought I was feeling two baby heads, but then I looked at a diagram and saw that baby heads are nowhere near where I could feel them, duh. So. Braxton Hicks party central. (For those who haven't experienced them, Braxton Hicks contractions feel a little like getting a Charlie Horse in your belly, except eating bananas doesn't make them go away.)
A few of you asked what the difference has been, size-wise, this time vs. my last pregnanc(ies). Aha! I will show you.
Here's a shot of me at sixteen weeks with Fable:
Unfortunately, I couldn't find a belly shot photo of fifteen weeks, but, here's a shot of me twenty-two weeks pregnant (Fable), which is a lot closer to what (I think) I look like now:
22 weeks w/one = 15 weeks w/two
Friday, if the babes are cooperative with their genitals, we'll get to find out their sex(es). In the meantime, I am shitting my unitard in anticipation/excitement/because I'm wearing a unitard and have no other choice.