25 weeks

So happy for each and every day of this pregnancy, even if those days are fully comprised of laying the the bed, rotating from one side to the other, balancing a computer on my legs, propping up pillows, cutting scrapbook paper with one free arm, showering in 3 minutes flat, laying down after meals and then burping constantly for 30 minutes thereafter....you get the idea. I'm happy because each day these boys stay put, that gives me hope we won't be spending time in the NICU.

At 25 weeks, I was happy to put on real clothes, make-up and brush my hair for a doctor's visit. Yes, I feel 80 years old because I was looking forward to my doctor visit all week long. That's my approved outing!

At the doctor, I was pleased to learn both babies are doing well. Baby A is measuring a week big, Baby B a week small, but there's no cause for concern since neither is too far off from the norm. Since I wanted to know exact weights I looked online and that's 1lb-14oz and 1lb-7oz. Still too tiny for birth, so our goal is 34 weeks.

I'm having about 2-3 contractions and hour, so I don't have to start on oral medication yet. Yay! Still, they make me nervous.

After the doctor, Mom took me through the drive-through at Sonic. As you know, I'm well-known there, which is the mark of a true addict. While I was waiting on my drink, the manager came to the window and asked how much longer I had before my due date. Mom told him, "3 months," to which his jaw dropped and it was obvious by my size that he thought I was ready to pop any second. He quickly recovered and said, "Oh, but it's twins, right?"

So, yes, I'm HUGE. I think I'm as big now as I was full term with Claire, but it's hard to tell by weight because I had swollen so much with her.

Here I am at 23 weeks with Claire, trying to stick out my belly.
and at 24 weeks. You can see, there's a distinct difference in size from the first photo in this post.

We're still working on names and making very little progress. Greg's list is getting longer when it should be going in the reverse direction. Sigh.