To myself and everyone else who knows I'm pregnant, I look pregnant. However, other people seem to not really know. I catch people looking at my belly, but it seems like they don't want to ask just in case I'm not really pregnant. A few brave strangers have said something. I'd like to tell everyone but how do you tell other moms at the bus stop or at preschool, "Oh yeah, by the way, I'm pregnant... with twins." I'm just not that kind of person. I have no problem telling people that I know well, but that's about as far as it goes. I guess that's one of the good things about having older kids. Sometimes they just blurt out the news to random people.
In other news, I have been sick for two weeks. That's one of the bad things about having older kids. Not long after school started, my oldest son brought home a cold. Almost everyone in the family got it and was over it in a couple of days. Not me. It's hard enough being pregnant, especially with twins, as I'm now finding out, but add a horrible cold on top of it and I'm extra miserable. And grumpy. I admit it. I think I'm finally starting to feel better now. It's about time. And if my kids bring home any more sicknesses, I will personally hunt down the parents who sent their sick child to school. It won't be pretty. Not really, of course, but it's fun to plot my revenge anyway.
As of right now, I'm just couting down the days until my next ultrasound. It will be on October 18. I'm most excited to see what they are. We did get a look at my last ultrasound. I was only 13 weeks, though. Baby B is almost certainly a boy. He was nice and calm and let us take a nice look. Baby A was a big stinker. From what we could tell, it looked like a girl. She was moving all over the place and would deliberately turn away when the tech tried to get a measurement. She's going to keep us busy for sure. So for right now, I think it's a boy and a girl. I'm ready to get a confirmation. Just 20 more days to go!