For good fun

We're kind of addicted to this song right now. Although it is repetitive, it's still refreshing compared to their old stuff by now.

28 weeks: Third Trimester

News:

This is me at 28 weeks pregnant. The boys are 2 lb 5 oz and 2 lb 8 oz. That is the weight a single baby should be at this time, so they are definitely doing well...

The doctor said I am showing no signs of future preterm labor so if I can, they will let me go to 38 weeks, and then they will induce me. So I know the twins won't be coming later than July 24th-ish. It's so crazy having a more solid due date. I know when I will have them (IF I can make it that far).

I am also pleased to announce that I am done with work!!! I am so happy I get time to myself now to get things done and rest whenever I want. Hopefully I don't go crazy.

Thoughts:

I am so nervous to have these babies, but also much more anxious about delivery that I want to just get it over with, but I can't say that! Because the whole world will freak out at me and say "Don't wish that upon yourself!" And I'm not. 

I just think, getting to 38 weeks sounds terrible, scary, and exhausting. Do you know what twin-expecting moms looks like by 38 weeks? Not delightful. But that means the babies will be more healthy and ready to come home so I'll be happy. Whatever happens happens.

Cravings:

All I want is DRINKS! Anything really cold and refreshing. But pretty much anything with vitamin C gives me heartburn so that knocks out a lot of beverages. It's worth it most of the time though. I have almost zero appetite for solid foods lately. 

I was frustrated last night because I didn't want to eat anything but I knew I had to eat something, and Dave pulls out a really awesome vitamin-filled vanilla protein drink. I downed it and fell fast asleep. But I can always eat sushi (cooked) or Thai food. My taste is very expensive, and it makes me angry. Cereal has been my best friend.

More thoughts:

I kind of feel like a toddler throughout this experience. Maybe it's my body trying to empathize with my babies, or maybe trying to get Dave ready to deal with babies. One minute I'm laughing super happily, the next I'm yelling at him or sobbing. I don't know how or why it happens but it's exhausting. It's like emotion attack and a feeling of no control - the kind I haven't felt since I was little and didn't know how to express what I was feeling, if I even knew what I was feeling. It's frustrating and scary and I hope it vanishes postpartum. 

We're gonna have a bbq and go swimming with some friends this week. It sounds absolutely wonderful. I'll try not to drink the whole pool.

Sleepy

This is basically my life now. And somehow I have to teach my kids how to do this. I guess it'll be a tad easier when they're not inside me pulling themselves and all that extra weight and junk over my pants. Or lack thereof.