29 weeks

Crap.  Its already been a week since my last post.  Well, I suppose that means time is flying by.  I am glad to have another week under my belt.  Or more like out and OVER my belt.  Time flying can be looked at in 2 ways.  I'm happy this is going fast because of my discomfort.  But I'm scared that the boys will be here so soon.  Everyone around me thinks I am thinking negatively about them coming early.  Everyone thinks I will carry until the bitter end.  I don't necessarily disagree, but my comments about early arrivals are mainly an attempt to mentally prepare myself for any possibly situation.  I think it is irresponsible to ignore the risks involved with a twin pregnancy.  There is no guarantee these babies will wait until 38 weeks.  And there is no guarantee they will come tomorrow.  I think I am a positive person, but I also don't want to ignore some warning sign that could send this pregnancy into a tailspin.

The babies should probably be up to about 2 1/2 pounds each by now, if not a little more. Their muscles and lungs are continuing to mature. And their brains are growing leaps and bounds right now.  I am concentrating on my protein, calcium and omega-3's during this time.  Though "eating for 3'" as they say, is actually harder than one would think, especially at this size.  Half a peanut buttter sandwich fills me up, but then I'm hungry an hour or two later. That being said, I do not feel bad about my daily dose of Breyer's ice cream or PeachWave frozen yogurt.  Everything in moderation.

The babies are growing BIG.  They push against my sides, and they push against each other.  I constantly have a limb either stuck in a rib or behind a hip bone.  My belly takes on shapes I never dreamed of when carrying Lilli.  I love feeling them move, but they are running out of room quickly.  Physically I feel like a walking tug boat with creaky, splitting boards.  My spine and hips ache all the time.  By 5pm, the skin on my belly feels like its splitting at my belly button from carrying weight upright all day long.  I am so huge in the middle, if I drop something, I simply look at it with disdain because it is too much effort to pick it up.  Putting on pants has become a circus act, one in which I try to do alone, so not even John can watch my odd form lifting one leg barely off the floor while trying to bend - not too far - over to throw my pants over my foot.  Opposite of my pregnancy with Lilli, my pants are still fitting or even becoming loser, while my shirts are all too short and becoming too small.  Though with as much time as I have left, and my affinity (obsession) for ice cream, I certainly expect my pants won't fit fairly soon as well.

I am still working 40 hours a week, picking Lilli up from daycare everyday, attempting, with help, to make a meal every night, and doing the p-nut's bedtime routine, also with help (my husband is incredibly involved and I could not be more grateful for this).  The plan is to do this for 6 more weeks.  I can only hope I don't get that much bigger (denial?) or overly physically exhausted (more denial?).   My last day of work is 35 weeks 2 days.  I pray I make it that long, for the babies' sake, and the sake of my bank account which will benefit from much unused vacation time.  After that last work day, the plan is to keep Lilli in daycare while I take it easy (clean and do laundry I'm sure) in an effort to get to 38 weeks.

My goal for 30 weeks, besides keeping babies inside, is to have the nursery somewhat completed.  Over the last weekend we painted (John did most of it, but it is impossible for me to sit and let it be done without my help), and moved furniture into place.  Several more things need to be done in the nursery before it is complete, and the same goes for Lilli's big girl room.  But more importantly, all 3 babies have a clean, quiet place to sleep at the moment.  I still need to wash some little tiny things we have from Lillian (remember we didn't know she was a girl until delivery) for the boys to wear, but I am not concerned about this.  With the exception of washing and assembling car seats and getting them into the mini van, we are fairly prepared for the twins arrival as far as "things" go.  Mental preparation is a different story.  I work on it everyday, but something tells me I won't ever be fully mentally ready until I'm thrown in head first.  I am definite that my body will give up before my mind has caught up.  This is not a negative statement, this is simply an honest statement.