I wish...

I wish my days could be governed by my energy levels and not by a clock and full time work schedule.

I went to the doctor yesterday and he measured me at 30 weeks. I'm only 23. I'm measuring seven weeks bigger than where I am which explains for feeling much further along in my pregnancy than where I am. I'm tired frequently. I can't lift anything heavier than my purse (and even that....). I can't stay on my feet for too long. I wake up and just want to go back to bed. I'm hot all the time (thank goodness summer's winding down). I feel like my belly's doubling over night. The morning sickness has lessened, but it never went fully away which means I still get to throw up a couple times a week (me and the bucket have really become best friends). So this is what that pregnancy thing is all about.


On the flip side, I feel the girls moving all the time inside of me. I love their little kicks and rolls. It makes me remember what all this is for-- I'm growing people down there. Yesterday at the ultrasound one of the babies was moving her little mouth so much and I laughed at her talking to herself. I talk to them all day long: tell them about life, tell them about the new house we bought for them, tell them how great (and funny!) their dad is, tell them how excited we are to play with them and how much we love them already. With such a chatty mom no wonder she's just trying to chat back. No worries, daughter. We'll have a lifetime full of girl talk.


I sat in our new living room yesterday as Adam hung pictures on the walls and had these visions of chubby little feet learning to balance and waddle all over our carpet. That right there is sweetness. I can make it three more months.