Twenty Four Forty-Eight Weeks

This week marks my forty-eighth week of pregnancy, which is what I'm officially now calling myself when people ask. Next week, I will be fifty whole weeks pregnant, which will sound impressive to July 4th beach-goers.

At last week's appointment with the perintologist, I was told that the babies were kicking so much ass they were actually one week bigger than what singleton babies typically are at this stage... Which means... something EXTRAORDINARY! Or not. I feel like they're compensating for the fact they will be born early (Due date is mid to late October-ish, but because they're twins, the first week of October is the very latest I'll give birth) which makes me want to give my belly a high five. And also, take a long nap. Grow on girls/ouch my bod!

Babies are the size of large "ears of corn" this week. That's twenty-four inches (twenty-seven, c/o growth spurt) of lady power! And hormones! Boom/Sob!

This week marked the beginning of my, "okay, I give up and am going to sit down/take a nap/fall down in a heap in the middle of the floor" phase. I worked from home last week (instead of my usual coffee shop writing on nanny days) and since today is officially our first day of summer and Archer's home from school and here with me and Fable I find myself staring out the window onto the patio wondering what the hell we're going to do for three months. Alas, I've been told by my doctors that although I'm doing great and the babies are kicking dat ass, I should be resting mine.

I gave the whole "sorry, guys but we'll be spending most of the summer here, at home, with the blow-up pool" speech. Which sounds idyllic now, as I'm typing, but is really only idyllic for one minute and then the kids are like, "I'm over it, now what?" and I'm lying on my back in the grass pretending to be asleep hoping they can figure that part out on their own.

Last night I took the plunge into "stuff-for-twins-ville" on Etsy and before I knew it had 78798271893 things in my cart. I settled on two - one for the nursery, one for the babies' newborn heads. Because, really, how could I not?

Tweedledee & Tweedledum print, found here

Thing 1 & Thing 2 hats, found here

Spent the entire weekend watching Hal put together (one of the cribs) and move the bookshelf from the garage to the nursery, hang the curtains, use power tools... The room is getting close to being complete. My goal was to have it finished in the next six weeks, mainly because "thirty weeks" is the magic number when carrying multiples. I want to be prepared in case of early labor, bed rest and any other complication that may arise. I want to be at full capacity so I can shop, organize, tape decals to the wall... And right now, at twenty-four weeks forty-eight weeks pregnant I am perfectly capable of doing, organizing and telling Hal where to move things. And then move them somewhere else.

Last night, amid my flurry of Etsy purchases, Hal came into my office and placed a card on my lap. I had just emailed him the link to my purchases ten minutes earlier (while he was working on HIS computer in the other room. Ahhhh, modern love!)

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's a card I got you at the store."

I opened the envelope to find this:

And inside:

Love,

Doesn't this all just blow your fucking mind?...

Fuck yes, my dearest darling. Mindblownonadailybasisfuckingfuck.

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GGC