Saturday, January 29, 2011

The evolution of the belly


12 weeks (in Baltimore)
16 weeks


20 weeks (in Times Square)
24 weeks
28 weeks
32 weeks (on my birthday)
36 weeks
...still 36 weeks
yep, still 36 weeks
For those of you saying, "You don't look THAT big," I say to you #1, "thank you" and #2 "what type of land or sea creature are you comparing me to?"

I have enjoyed every last moment of this pregnancy. From finding out in Disney World that we were pregnant, confirming my suspicion that they were twins and getting to tell the boys that "God sent us two babies!!" to all the little milestones in between! I never tire of feeling them kick or hearing their heartbeats or seeing them on ultrasound. I am one of those happy pregnant people. For some reason, my mind and my body seem to agree with gestation! I wish there were some type of mood enhancing drug you could take that simulated pregnancy because that would be for me! We are truly blessed and I have not taken any moment of this for granted. Having said that, now, as I sit contorted, with the heating pad on my back and feebly accommodating this ginormous belly, I say to you "Get these woodchucks out!! I am done with them chucking my wood!!"

Joe and I went out last night for what we affectionately called our "last meal" and people stared at me like I had just escaped the circus! "Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and witness the two-babied lady!" I was wondering if it were my belly or the 15 food stains I had dripped down my shirt that people were staring at!

Every night, we go to bed with our emergency plan in place. "Ok, if it happens tonight, we'll call _____ and we'll do _____." Every time I get up to pee, Joe mumbles "What? Hon, are you ok? Can I help you? Are they coming?" And then there's Charlie who comes in every morning, hand outstretched to help me out of bed! Hurricane Schwartz and his precarious predictions have only added to the anxiety! Thankfully, we got an electric garage door opener, so we don't have a car to clean off, just a driveway to clear! I joke, but the idea of going into labor just seems so fun to me! It's so romantic and exciting! Not knowing when it's going to happen and where we'll be! When else in life could something so unexpected be so fun? Especially since I know I won't have to actually go through labor!

In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to wrap this all up with a neat little bow. I'm hoping these squatters will take the hint and realize the free ride is over!! I know that mayhem is on the other side of this journey, but hopefully it will be joyful mayhem!! We've resigned to the fact that as a family of 6, we will no longer be invited to the neighborhood BBQ or the occasional play date.... wait, we weren't invited to those in the first place! Well, anyway, hopefully the next time you hear from me it will be announcing the babies' arrival. Until then, I'm charging a nickel admission for my side show!

1 comment:

Costal said...

I love you! BRING IT ON!