19 weeks, pretty much

Why am I sitting in an unlit parked city bus all by myself eating an ice cream sunday (with cookies and cream ice cream, peanut butter sauce, whipped cream and extra oreos on top; a combo I've never even heard of but really want to try) outside of an acting camp featuring one of the actors from Waiting for Guffman? Why do I feel suddenly busted when the driver gets on the bus, turns on the lights and asks me what I'm doing? Because I'm having a pregnancy dream, that's why. None of my dreams since pregnancy are as weighty as the ones I ever before in my life. In fact, it seems that they are ridiculously long epics of absurdity, often featuring ice cream or the pursuit thereof.

I don't know.

Anyway. I had every intention of posting pictures of my ultrasounds. The first ones are of the boys looking like embryonic chickens, or, er, humans, and those are fine and I love them, but I thought I'd wait until we got some cuter ones. Well, we're still waiting. In spite of the number of ultrasounds I've had, there is not one picture suitable for posting. Seriously. There is so little room in the belly with the two of them squashed up and constantly in motion like acrobats that the tech can't get good profile pictures like I imagined having. The photos look like piles of bones and body parts. That's why I have not posted any. Lower baby was briefly in a frank breach (butt down, folded at the waist with straight legs) last time, with his weenie right out there. The ultrasound process is really cool, and the babies are so cute, but my souvenirs are kinda...meh.

I will post a couple of other pictures today though.

I just want to rant a bit about weight gain. I love that I am gaining weight, and I feel this is best for the babies. I'm just shy of 19 weeks and have gained 25 pounds. I feel this is grand. However, I get an odd feeling when I lurk on some of the due date club chat rooms for twins. I see some ladies pregnant with twins who claim to be of normal body mass index apparently proud that they have only gained 8 pounds or 10 pounds by 20+ weeks and how often they work out. It freaks. me. out. I'm not sure what to think about it. I'm not sure what to think about how rapidly I've reached the second trimester weight gain goal. Relieved that I didn't have to battle morning sickness I guess. There is the occasional chat room lady that feels upset about lack of weight gain, and I saw one lady chastising the proud thin, but the dominant theme is "I'm glad I'm not getting too big".

My family has giant moose sized babies (me 10+ pounds, older sister 10+ pounds, niece 10+ pounds anyone!?) and I think that's why I've gained so much. The boys are each weighing greater than 1.5 ounces above average already, which is a good thing if they come early, but I hope their giantness doesn't cause their early arrival. The first of my 2 gestational diabetes tests came back normal. I don't know. Genetics. Whatever.

I've reached a few interesting pregnancy milestones this week. 1) I can no longer pick up dropped objects. I feel sorry for those within a 10 foot radius of me. It may be obvious then that 2) I can no longer wash my feet. Again, apologies to those within 10 feet of me. It may be obvious then that 3) I can no longer trim my toenails. This yucky job falls on Gregg, who did it without a cringe, bless his heart. Putting on my own socks is death defying. Maybe I'll hit the local flea market for one of those older person grabbers. The problem is that I would need one for each room. Oh forget it. I'm going to have to stick with asking for help. Now there's a concept.

Alright, here are two pictures. One is of the baby pants I just finished knitting. They're super cute, and I love them. I'm knitting a second pair and probably a third and fourth pair because I don't think I can get enough of their cuteness. If you were to fold them at the end of the ribbing, they would be a 3 month size, but the ribbing makes them wearable through who knows when. Gregg wants a pair. Maybe for his 79th birthday, because that's when I would complete them. The other is of the belly at 18.5 weeks. Kind of big, but way more to go.