Fursday

Well, I am in a MUCH better mood today. I thought I for sure got to skip over the mood swings, but I think that's what this is now...oh well. I thought I'd give you an update on the gals.

They're starting their 22nd week today.

About a pound each (which makes me wonder about those other 18 pounds I've gained...18 pounds in my cheeks...and feet.)

11" head to feet.

Speaking of their little feet...yeah, those suckers kick ALL the time. Which is fabulous and I love it, but it's getting stronger and more frequent and sometimes it catches me off guard and I jump...even in public. You can see my stomach moving...which is craaaaaaaaaazy. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when they're 30+ weeks. I can't figure out how they're situated in there...trying to get David to feel them move is like playing Whack-A-Mole. They're spread out all the way down from the lower lowers up to the higher places.

My little day by day book said my uterus (I hate that word) should be reaching my belly button this week. Yeah, book, it reached my belly button weeks and weeks ago. It's completed it's upward momentum and now on to the outward. It's also telling me that they can hear now...so, all the lame-o singing I was doing up until now was pointless. But they listen to my iTunes with me during work. They really like the Christmas music, too. They blink now, which is weird and cool, even though their eyes are closed. They "practice" blinking, which, I thought, was a good thing...because you have to blink in the real world, kiddos. This is life. Get used to it.

It also says they have hair on their heads now...which is awesome! But, it's white...no pigment yet. What if they came out looking like Sting?

We're almost done with the nursery. And by almost, I mean, we have to do everything in there. The only big thing we really have to do is put up the crib...which we still have to buy. But at least I have it picked out. I'm going to put them in the same bed for awhile...until they're at least 18 or so.

We decided not to get a rocker/glider. #1, no room for it. #2, all of my "twin" books say don't rock them past 3-4 months because they start relying on it to go to sleep and you want to put them on a super tight schedule and not let them determine what that schedule is and help them to go to sleep on their own. So, I said, "okey dokey." Makes sense to me and it's one less piece of furniture. And I know the books aren't always right and every baby/set of twins is different, blah blah, but this is all I have to go on right now. So, we'll just see how it goes. It's all a learning process anyway.

David says I've been waddling. I don't think I have. I think I'm walking perfectly normal. Maybe HE'S waddling. I don't feel any different other than I have to bend over a little bit further to make sure my shoes match. I get winded a lot easier and my feet start hurting after awhile. Which makes me even more excited about the Fall/Winter because I can wear my super comfy moccasin boots again...the ones that Billy just loooooves. Right, Billy?

Well, that's about it.