Buenos dias, friends!
It has most definitely been decided: the maxi dress is here to stay. I just ordered some from Old Navy when they were having their dress sale last week. I ordered larges and I'll wear those as long as I can, but there is no doubt another round will have to be ordered in extra-large before we get to the end.
I'm wearing my Me2Roo cardi again because I LOVE IT, and I hope you like seeing those gray boots from Payless because I imagine I'll be living in those for the duration. Just like my body is having major anti-polyester feelings right now, it is also having BIG BIG feelings about even the suggestion of a heel.
Also? I clearly need a haircut. I cannot even express to you with mortal words how dry the ends of my hair are, my bangs are lopsided from a dozen too many trims at home, and though I rarely-to-never do this, I really could use an eyebrow waxing. But I keep putting it off because I can't handle a stylist being judge-y with me right now. So I guess I keep waiting for the haircut fairy to visit me at night and lop off some length. (This is the kind of crazy in my head right now.)
But let's all rest assured that this won't be happening again.
I saw my OB for a regular check-up this week. I thought I was going to have to gulp down the goo for the glucose test, but because of some schedule/re-schedule issues, I was still a bit too early to be tested. Sooooo, I ate a big plate of breakfast tacos that morning for no reason. Except: delicious.
Babies' heartbeats sounded great on the Doppler. I'm measuring fine. I weigh more than I ever have in my life, but my OB is utterly unconcerned about that. Trying to be all very zen about the scale and let everything go as it goes.
I hadn't been reading my trusty (heh) Babycenter pregnancy updates for a while, but the girls were curious about what size fruit or vegetable the babies were last week. I looked it up, and they are as long as spaghetti squash now. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH. I would like for each of you to pause and imagine two spaghetti squash in your abdomen right now, with the widest end of the squash nestled right up under your rib cage. Comfy, yes?
Emotionally, I spent the majority of the week fighting a dark cloud. Kyle had to work from home quite a few days this week and on Friday asked me "What is going on with you?" I finally had to admit I was just in a funk. A no-good-reason-can't-pin-it-down funk. It really had nothing to do with the babies or the girls or anything to do with family life. More than anything, I think my extraverted intuition was just filled to overflowing with the gloominess of the of the nation this week.
And so of course, my introverted feeling function kicked in and I basically just went into inward mode. And I kind of got stuck there. And as an extrovert, this can be a vicious cycle because when I'm feeling all inward, I don't want to reach out and connect with other people, yet that's exactly what I need to do to be able to recharge and reset all those feelings that caused me to go inward to begin with.
Here we are and it's Saturday and I'm feeling better. A lot better, actually.
I have another ultrasound coming up next week to check on the boys' development. Last week, I read about a mom with mono-di twins who had sudden onset of severe TTTS and THAT got me good and freaked out. I've been on an every three weeks schedule for ultrasounds so far, but I'm wondering if they'll move me up to every other week now?
Finally, the babies move around a LOT now, and so it's really cool for Kyle and the girls to get to feel them in there. AJ especially loves it and will sit still for a long time with a hand on my belly in hopes of feeling a kick or punch or roll around. Sweet times that are so worth the 40 pound (!) weight gain and the feet already swollen in the morning and the rapid growing out of clothes. Really. So worth it. SO much to be thankful for!