Fifteen Weeks

After twenty-four hours of grueling travel delays/getting stranded at Midway/sleeping zero/missing Easter in Nana's garden (boo!) we made it home, in four one-piece pieces. Relief, yes, but also, mild depression. You know what I mean? It's like a fog of discombobulation spiked with frustration, stress and sadness that every day can't be Vacationville. (I could seriously live out of a suitcase my entire life, join the gypsies and hit the road in a converted school bus so long as there was room for my entire extended family. In another life, perhaps.)

Minus of the biting reality of being home and still having to grocery shop, I feel great. Exhausted, sick with the usual airplane-cold c/o inhaling recycled farts air, but great. We had an amazing time in New York and I didn't once feel the need to break, sit, collapse or throw up, which is pretty incredible considering how active we were vs how inactive I've been in the last few months. I feel similarly sized as last week and am still able to sleep on my belly with some pillow propping, which means = I'm sleeping through the night. (Side-sleep means insomnia for this girl so I'm milking the belly sleep for as long as I can tolerate it.)

The babies are the size(s) of apples this week, which means I get to say, "how do you like these apples?" to people and watch them not laugh.

Awesome = I felt movement this week for the first time! I think so, anyway. (!!!). I was sixteen weeks when I felt first movement with Fable so I'm pretty sure this was legit. High five!

Not awesome = Braxton Hicks contractions. Already! Ahhh! At first I thought I was feeling two baby heads, but then I looked at a diagram and saw that baby heads are nowhere near where I could feel them, duh. So. Braxton Hicks party central. (For those who haven't experienced them, Braxton Hicks contractions feel a little like getting a Charlie Horse in your belly, except eating bananas doesn't make them go away.)

A few of you asked what the difference has been, size-wise, this time vs. my last pregnanc(ies). Aha! I will show you.

Here's a shot of me at sixteen weeks with Fable:

Unfortunately, I couldn't find a belly shot photo of fifteen weeks, but, here's a shot of me twenty-two weeks pregnant (Fable), which is a lot closer to what (I think) I look like now:

22 weeks w/one = 15 weeks w/two

Friday, if the babes are cooperative with their genitals, we'll get to find out their sex(es). In the meantime, I am shitting my unitard in anticipation/excitement/because I'm wearing a unitard and have no other choice.

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