Twelve Weeks

They're little limes today and I'm a little stronger this week. No nausea in eight days and we've been able to resume our usual weekend activities. I can't shake the light-headedness for some reason, spent the first few weeks of my pregnancy fainting in public and am still struggling with physical activity like walking, lifting, carrying a heavy purse down the street. I'm frequently sitting down on street curbs, smack down in the middle of store aisles, if I'm lucky, a stranger's bistro table at a sidewalk restaurant. (Yesterday, I joined a man eating lunch alone, because he had with him an empty chair.)

It turns out, almost fainting is a great way to meet eligible bachelors!

We've decided that the babies will have a nursery in what is now my office and I'm looking forward to having, for the first time, a space to nest, decorate, fold clothes. When Archer and Fable were born they shared a room with us, which was wonderful and totally cozy, but I always secretly wished I had a little space to prepare for my babies. Now I do. Even if it means rearranging the house to find a new place for my workspace, I'll have my first nest.

Slowly, I've reconnected with some of the maternity clothes I handed off to friends and family over the years - the pants I married Hal wearing, the shirt I wore to the doctor when I found out Fable was a girl, jeans I wore to the hospital, to give birth to Archer... And yet, I can't bring myself to wear any of them. It's the strangest feeling, like stepping into the past, a past I treasure OF COURSE, but am also so relieved to have put behind me.

I'll stick to leggings and tunics for now.

The other day Archer and Fable appeared with red and purple marker all over their faces and these grins the size of life, and I thought to myself, "partners in crime!" Later it struck me that the same thing is happening INSIDE me right now: A mischievous partnership is forming. Like Archer and Fable with different markers. Miraculous stuff.

what the babies look like today, via babycenter

what my belly looks like today, via babies (in my) center

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The Art Scientist*

*what he wishes "to be"** when he grows up

** what he already is.

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Twinversation

We're going to play a drinking game. Every time I post the word "twins" we drink. (Don't worry, I'm drinking water and so are you.) I keep thinking the awe/novelty of this whole twins (heyaaaa!) business is going to wear thin but in fact the opposite. Every day I wake up like a shot. TWINS! (cheers!) TWINS! (l'chaim!) TWINS! (salud!) lights blinking on my marquis de soul. It's consuming me. They're consuming me. And my blog, clearly, which is how these things operate. I could care less who's wearing what. World news is impossible to stomach. Angry Birds? I STILL have no idea what that is. What I want to know is how expectant mothers of twins are decorating their nurseries (Adorable, btw.) I want to watch LIVE BIRTH VIDEOS of vaginally delivered twins on youtube. (I've seen them all.) I want to follow Mariah Carey around with a notepad (She's expecting twins any day.) and the list goes on...

We shot the following momversation less than a week after I found out I was pregnant with (drink!) twins and was still somewhat of a total wrecksketcase. I cried through half the video because Heather is so sweet and amazing and I want to marry her soul. She's also a twin (bottom's up!) and shared what that relationship has meant to her. I cried listening to Jen Levinson, who has two pairs of twin (ahem) boys, because she was so generous with advice and kindness (and emailed me a giant list of twin (knock it back) resources after we taped, which was so rad of her.) The outpouring of support has been mindblowing and I've created a folder called "Twinning" with all the documents and links and double stroller recs I've received over the last few weeks.

I'm not usually one for soliciting advice but hearing from other parents of multiples has been beyond helpful. I chuck the books because you guys are far more insightful. So tell me everything you know. And, yes I've seen the twin (Frank the tank, Frank the tank!) video. I'm responsible for at least 289 of its views. And yes of course I cried, because, well, twins. (Congratulations. You are now officially hydrated.)

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