This is going to be such a boring post, but I figured I should write one since I’ve crossed that big mythical line that Tertia and Julie wrote about: I’m now 20 weeks pregnant.
That means that I’m at the half-way point, although of course, with twins, it’s more likely that I crossed that point a couple of weeks ago.
Since seeing Dr. Mama last week, I haven’t been feeling particularly afraid of anything. I’m not really scared, at least today, that the babies are dead or that something will go wrong. I still wish I was feeling them move. I keep thinking I feel them, but I still don’t know for sure. I hope this will change soon, and I’ll be feeling them with regularity.
My next ultrasound is in a couple of weeks, and I’m really looking forward to seeing them again. I miss those weekly checks at the RE! I tried to comfort myself by googling for images of twins at 20 weeks gestation, but all I found was horrible pictures of knotted cords and worse, so I stopped looking.
Anyway, I’m feeling good. Morning sickness is still reasonable, although it’s crept back somewhat. I can go longer without eating and I can brush my teeth, most days. I’m pretty happy.
I did work a long day on Tuesday, and still haven’t quite recovered, so fatigue is still an issue. I guess most twin moms don’t really get that second trimester energy surge!
So I’m even boring myself now, so I’ll stop.
I could talk about the presidential debates last night, but I know how y’all love when I get into politics. Sigh.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you all about how my husband and I got together since we’re celebrating our anniversary on Saturday (it’s not really until Tuesday). We’ve been married now for eight years. That should be a fun story. It’s full of drunken debauchery, broken marriages, and a slutty summer. Fun!
