While I would never describe this pregnancy as "flying by," I can't wrap my head around the fact we're halfway there and will be meeting our babies in a little over four months! This is assuming they stay put until week 38, which is fairly uncommon with twin pregnancies as most arrive early. My brother and I were both late so I'm hoping the tradition continues. We were also 9 and 10 pounds respectively and the very thought of 19 pounds of babies makes me die a little inside.
Not much has changed since the last post: the stomach continues to grow, the round ligament pain continues to annoy, and the energy continues to increase. While I considered myself blessed with an easy(ish) first trimester, the second trimester has been downright FUN!
Speaking of the stomach, I am now the size where strangers feel completely confident asking me when I'm due. I had a rough experience this past weekend that I will share only because of its all-around ridiculousness. We were standing in line at Potbelly's (a good name for my current condition) and a woman asked me how far along I was. I told her 19 weeks and she introduced me to her one-month-old daughter. We chatted briefly and that was that. I left the line so I could save us a table and she approached me again, this time asking if this was my first baby. I told her yes and that we were actually expecting two and she said (I'm paraphrasing), "TWINS! I thought so due to your size! When you told me you were only 19 weeks along I almost asked but thought 'That would be SO RUDE if she's not expecting twins!' so I didn't say anything. But you definitely look like you're having more than one."
I put on my best smile and felt my eyes well up with tears. And I hated myself for it because HELL YES I'm having twins and until she opened her mouth I'd been very happy and proud of my stomach. But alas, I'm still a girl (a very hormonal girl) and hearing that I looked huge was unsettling. Later that day I shared the story with my mom and she politely (but firmly) told me to grow some thicker skin and be grateful. She's right, of course, and I'm once again quite proud of my burgeoning belly and its adorable occupants.
(But come on, was her outburst truly necessary? Sheesh.)
The truly wonderful part of this past weekend was a visit from my best friend Kaitlin and her family! It was so good to see them and we had an absolute blast with Leighton. We spent the weekend swimming (Leighton is a fish!), shopping, eating, and relaxing around the house. Michael and I asked lots of parenting questions, which I know will continue for the next 18+ years. Such a great little family and we were both so sad to see them leave. We might have had L withdrawals the rest of the day.