Other random pregnancy thoughts:

(I apologize for the influx of pregnancy stuff, I have some thrifty ideas coming down the shoot, that I hope to address once I am officially on my pregnancy leave and bored at home.)

• My husband is awesome.  He likes to clothing shop for the babies.  It’s really cute to watch him hold up these itty bitty sweaters and stare thoughtfully at them.  He then turns and asks me what I think.  He loves old classic patterns and textures; tweeds, plaids, argyles; our kids will be mostly dressed like they are heading out for a fox hunt with the residents of Downton Abbey.  He runs to try and help me with stuff; I am quite independent and have had a hard time adjusting to asking people for help, I try to waddle through my day as if I can still physically do the things I could do before.  He’s right there to grab a box or reach for something high, without me having to ask him for help.  (I always say thank you!) It’s like we are a well oiled machine, he just seems to be at the right place at the right time, and keeping a watchful eye on me; it’s pretty darned cute. 

• I keep asking my husband if I haven’t been too hormonal through out this experience.  He always gives me a funny side on look, insinuating that I have been crazy; however I think he does that for comedic effect.  I know I have had like two crying breakdowns, (hey, I am allowed.)  The one day he asked me why I was crying and I was like ugly sobbing “I’m just so tired.”  Lol.  Funny now, not so funny as it was happening.    

• I may have tried to chase down a young couple in Walmart with brand new baby girl twins, however the one baby started crying and the father sped walked away.  (Maybe he knew he had a crazy stalker trying to “casually” approach them.)  I was dying to ask the Mom how she was doing and any advice for parents with brand new twins. 

• File this under “Weird Shit People Say to Me”:  I was telling someone of the good deal I got at Walmart on these little two piece summery outfits, $3 for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt set.  (Good lord, I love the clearance section in the baby department.) And she was quite hoity in “telling” me “You know you have to be careful and not buy babies too much clothing as they just grow out of it.”  Yes, I know they grow out of clothing fast, but I have to buy them something as the babies can’t go naked until they hit their teens.  And I only bought two outfits, and I bought them on clearance, at Walmart.  It’s not like I was buying Baby Gap or something else ridiculously expensive.  $3 is ridiculously good considering even used clothing stores are more money then that. 

• I am in the very uncomfortable stage, it’s hard to breathe sometimes and it’s hard to eat.  I am constantly trying to “rub” the babies down so I can breathe.  But then they sit so low I am walking like I am bull legged. 
• I tried to sit on the floor the other day.  I managed to get down on my butt, but with my momentum and being top heavy, I accidentally rolled all the way back on my back.  It took me a while to roll back up to the seated position.  My husband may have laughed so hard at me that he had to lean against the wall to keep himself standing. I imagine it must have been pretty funny to see. 
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• I am hot all of the time.  The first time in my life I am hot 24/7.  And not horny hot, like temperature hot.  I am so grateful to be heading into Winter.  The poor women who have babies in the summer have my deepest sympathies.  

• I am selfish and can’t wait for the babies to arrive, I want to meet them, and I am tired of feeling like a beached whale.  But, I sort of dread when they come out in the world: Kleenex box projectiles, crazy kidnappers, bullies in school, etc.  I know when they are tucked safely in my gigantic belly, they are safe.  I wish I was like a kangaroo and could shove them back into my pouch when we go places so no one can kidnap them or they can't run out in traffic.  I suppose all Mom’s must feel like that to a degree.

• I have a hard time sometimes with how big I am.  I know that I am pregnant, with two kids.  It’s just the last year and a half I worked hard on losing weight and getting into shape.  The funny thing is I was trying to get into shape to start trying to get pregnant.  It’s just hard sometimes thinking about for a year and a half I watched my waist band shrink and now it keeps growing.  I know, I know, I am pregnant, it’s not like I am just getting fat, there are babies in there. 
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• I have lost my ass.  It's flat as a pancake.  It's like it shifted to my front. 

• Having someone head bang against your colon is the oddest sensation, possibly ever.

• POOP ALERT: Supposedly pregnant women can have constipation throughout their pregnancy.  I have IBS.  This has not been the case for me.  In fact, quite the opposite.  Also, I am taking extra Iron pills as per my doctor’s request, and he warned me it may cause constipation, NOPE.

And back to more positive stuff so people don’t think I am hating this all completely:

• I love when the babies move.  I love when they kick.  Their kicks are getting stronger and they are responding to sounds and noises which is really cool.  The other day I felt the boy jerk when the dog barked.  It’s good for them to hear noises in utero as it apparently gets them used to the sounds when they are born.

• It’s funny when strangers smile at me in the store.  I have been getting this for the last couple of months now, but it still throws me.  I smile back politely thinking “Do I know them?”  (I am really good with faces so this really throws me)  I am now getting better at realizing, they are smiling at my pregnant belly.