Personally, I don't think I'm gonna make it. I'm already crazy uncomfortable, breathless, tired, achy, itchy!, hot, grumpy and HUGE. I limp as soon as I stand up. I waddle when I first start walking. Emma shoves so hard right underneath my bellybutton that I feel bruised from the inside. I can't sleep through the night and I'm only half way done!
How huge? This huge:
No, really, check this out:
People, I'm full of baby! And my toes are long gone. There's no point in even trying to photograph it - it's belly all the way down.
Check it out - pregnancy progression! That's 12, 16 and 20 weeks.
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By the way, Misty:
I'm in ur clothes, bein' preggers!
Thanks! It's like Xmas, only better because it's all for me!
I'm sorry if I'm whining, but holy frijoles! This being pregnant with twins is a whole lot worse than a singleton! I didn't get this whiny until the 8th month last time! Argh! And trust me, every woman complains miserably towards the end of their pregnancy. You can't be human and not complain when you feel like this.
At market, people can't help but notice the beach ball I have stuffed under my shirt and they ask the inevitable question: "When are you due?". When I respond with "End of September." I feel compelled to add, "I'm having twins." Then their eyes bug out of the heads and the comments come pouring in - generally all size or luck based.
"You must be so excited!"
"You're so lucky! I've always wanted twins!"
I have finally reached the acceptance stage of I'm-going-to-have-twin-ness and am sometimes even excited, but Oy! Four more months?!
I'm going to need more ice cream.