Babies, Nursery, and 30 Weeks...OH MY!

OH-MAH-GAWD I'm so far behind! I keep telling myself I need to post something but then I remember tthat there are only 3 people who read this blog and they already know everything but then I remind myself again that I truly started this blog to journal my journey. So here I go on a journaling rampage:

I'm 30 weeks. This is a huge deal to me. I feel like Captain Baby-Mamma America with my ass kicking uterine abilities. I can seriously grow some kids! Everything is going extremely well...which I know could change in an instant, so I'm cherishing this lovely time.

Nov 24: This is one way to hide an entire turkey

Besides the tiny evil elves that dwell in my back and like to stab me with sharp objects, I'm having little to complain about. Sure, I'm exhausted and toting around 32 pounds in my mid section is hard, but it's not something I feel like I have the right to moan about. I wanted this, asked for this, paid for this...there is no room for complaint here!

Oh, the babies, you ask? Well they are pretty awesome if I do say so myself. Weighing in at impressive 3 pounds, they enjoy pounding on my bladder, punching each other in the jaw, and tickling my digestive tract. Giggles.

Baby A: He's got moves like Jagger.

Baby B: Still possibly a frog

We are serioulsy ready for these pups. The nursery is done, the clothes are washed, and the swings are batteried. I will ask nicely that they remain situated for a few more weeks, but when they are ready, at least we know they will be ok!

The moose was a requirement from The Dude

And one more picture for giggles sakes:

KANKLES!!!



SECOND TRIMESTER!! Holy sh*t!

It's true. This is no joke. I am in the second trimester. It has never occured to me that this moment would actually happen. I mean, obviously I've known I was pregnant for the last 9 weeks, but I never allowed myself to imagine I would get to this point.

Both my babies are kicking ass and taking names and they don't appear to be the kind of fetuses that end their mission prematurely. They are both measuring a few days ahead and growing like steroid junkies. They have very different personalites already, although I don't know if it will stick. They've still got a lot of time to adjust their attitudes before mom has to do it for them.

BABY A: She's either lazy or extremely chill
   So I'm calling Baby A a girl right now. Don't get excited, we don't know yet. She's very laid back and actually allows the ultrasound tech to study her and hear her heartbeat.

BABY B: He's a circus monkey
   You get the picture: "she" and "he" are obviously what I'm hoping for. This little guy was extremely opposite of his sister. He was flailing his limbs and bopping his head around. He refused to participate in the ultrasound and made it impossible for anyone to hear his heart. Such a rotten little boy, right? We had a serious discussion afterwards about his attitude and cooperation during these appointments. We've got another ultrasound at 17 weeks and I swear he is going to cooperate so I can find out their sexes on that day or else he will be on dog poop duty from the day he is birthed. He pretended to care, but I don't feel like he was genuine at all.

Welp, there you go. An exciting update. Go ahead and send me gifts for making it to the phantom Second Trimester.