Cankle Belly Fun

Here I am, at the end of my 20th week, and fortunately/unfortunately I'm just now starting to get uncomfortable. I thought being back at home for work would help, which it did, but the swankles are pretty much an every day occurrence now. And if I'm up for more than fifteen minutes, my back has a magic timer that alerts me via sharp pains. I need to ask the doc what kind of belly brace is best for me, because it's time. I've also had to surrender my wedding ring. I had quite a time taking it off on Sunday and I don't want to risk cutting it off, so on to the pinkie it goes.

The babies seem to be doing fine, I'm not really feeling much movement, I don't think, but something is going on down there! Ethan and I talk to the babies every day, since he has informed me that they can now hear me. My belly is ever growing, also a good sign I think, but we'll see what the doc says on Friday.

I've been fighting a cold for several days that seems to be fading, but now I'm in the stage where it's down in my chest, and every time I cough someone slams an axe into my head. Darned medicine restrictions. At least I don't really feel crummy anymore.

I had a terrifying thought today - I could have these babies in eight weeks. EIGHT WEEKS. That is the first benchmark we're going for, 28 weeks, and every week after that is a bonus. I really hope I can keep them in longer because I won't be ready in eight weeks!!!!