Oh look, I put up a ticker. That must mean I’m starting to feel like this is real.
We had our big midwife/OBGYN appt today (10 weeks, 4 days) and Chicken was there for it all. The good thing about twins is that our midwife doesn’t even like to bother with the doppler/heartbeat because she says it’s too hard to detect with two, so guess who got her first “pants on” view of the kids?!
It was crazy how much they’ve grown just since Saturday morning. One–I’m not sure who because I still haven’t figured out who I’m seeing on the screen and how that relates to the photos–was dancing all around like, “Holy shit! I’ve got arms and legs now!” This kid never stopped, it was like an audition for “So You Think You Can Dance–Fetus Edition”.
The other baby was all chilled out while raver sibling punched, jabbed and flipped away.
Sorry, no photos today.
It will be interesting to see how their personalities end up out in the real world!
Heartbeats were great, everything looks great. Awesome.
We talked about weight gain because I’m feeling pretty proud of myself for gaining one pound every week since week 6 and she said she’d like to see me gain 40 lbs. max–that for my size, it was plenty. It’s nice to have a goal in mind and to know what I’m aiming for. It also keeps me under 150 lbs. overall which I’m very happy about.
Mentally, for me, that is a lot of weight to gain and every time I get on the scale I have to remind myself “This is GOOD. It’s all for the babies.”
But I have been the same size, same weight for TWENTY YEARS, people. This is the only body I really know. I’m very happy with my body and I work really hard to take care of it.
Having my body change so quickly is a bit of a mindfuck for me right now.
Thank God my tits are blowing up and getting so many compliments because otherwise I’d be focusing on how my pooch is making me look fat. I know this may all sound vain and shallow but it’s my body and these are my issues.
Only 36 more pounds to go!
Anyone ready for belly shots? Or maybe just my cleavage?