First, a massive thank you to everyone for your kind words Friday (and always). Two ladybugs, hooray! Although (ahem) Hal isn't QUITE convinced because OBGYN Kenobs wasn't 100%. (He said it's possible for testicles to drop late in some cases. That one of our "girls" could sprout some balls in the next month or so, even thought nothing currently exists between either of their legs.)
In Hal's words, "would you get on an airplane if it had an 8% chance of crashing?"
In my words, "Shhhhhhhhhuuuuuutup."
Just in case, we're keeping our boy name(s) close the vest (for now) ... But I already started composing an epic list of all the names we won't be using (post to come). For the record, naming twins is extremely difficult because you want to love both names equally - tie them together with similar meaning but make sure they're both distinct, and in our case unique. That being said, we think we've nailed our names down. Still. I'm holding on to the two names I love that Hal doesn't just in case they grow on him in the next few months.
Twas pretty sure I was feeling some fetal movement action last week. Now, I'm positively sure the dancing hath begun! For the last week or so, around the same time every night, I've felt the same ripples and thumps. When I was pregnant with Fable, I remember thinking how much I'd miss that feeling. At the time, we assumed she would be our last child. Ha ha HA! Anyway, such fun wondering which flutter is coming from which butterfly.
I learned at my last appointment that singleton pregnancies + seven weeks = twin pregnancies in size/shape/weight gain, so I was right comparing my fifteen-weeks-pregnant body to that of my twenty-two weeks pregnant-with-one-babe-self. It's kind of fun being this big, already. I got to skip that awkward "is she pregnant or just bloated?" phase. Clearly, I look pregnant. Solid. (Although Hal did inform me that my face is starting to get that nice pregnant "look" which is not quite code for "you're glowing". My face gets VERY pregnant and with twins I'm expecting my nose to swallow my face entirely.)
As for stats, I'm 154 pounds (fifteen pounds gained since the start) and the babies are 4 1/2 inches long,
today Monday. (Avocados! Our fave!)
Now let's take a moment to inspect the following diagram of what the babies/my reproductive system looks like maybe (via babycenter).
I still feel awesome, which is worth repeating after the hell that I endured in the beginning of this pregnancy, and even though Hal isn't convinced our babes are girls, the rest of us are, including my entire extended family who are totally psychic and thought girls all along. (Archer, when I told him the news was like, "Duh.")
Operation move-everything-around-the-house-to-make-room-for-33.3%-of-our-family-to-be has begun, so apologies for anyone who drops by in the next few
weeks months - our world is upside down (up in here) and will continue to be, I've a feeling for the next few months eighteen years always.
Bring it, I say. I'm ready to embrace some serious chaos up in here thanks to Renovation Nation, or whatever that show on HGTV is called that has become my new nightcap. Bottoms up.
ED: Eat Well = tomorrow. Mix Tape will be back (for final track) next week. See? Operation "Embrace the Chaos" has begun! I didn't even wear a unitard this week! I know!