Another week, another fruit. This week I'm toting around a pair of uterine avocados.
Sometime during the past week I developed a voracious appetite. I wake up hungry, I go to sleep hungry, and I'm hungry soon after I eat. I'm doing my best to drink a lot of water and eat a lot of high fiber foods like fruits and vegetables in order to maintain sense of "fullness" but sometimes the babes just want what they want. Like fried mozzarella sticks.
I'm still getting used to the idea of a protruding stomach. If I wear a baggy t-shirt you can't really tell I'm pregnant. Instead, I just look chubby. Better to just get over it and let it all hang out.
A friend asked me if I started to feel any movements yet. I could have sworn I felt something "flutter" after our most recent OB appointment on June 30th. But it only happened the one time so I chalked it up to gas. Then I felt another flutter on Friday and then again on Sunday, Monday and just this morning. Each time was an isolated incident but I'm beginning to think . . . there's something inside me!
And when I think of that, I think of that scene from the first Alien movie where Kane has an alien moving around in his chest. I'll spare you the gory visual image but that's what comes to mind when I think of the babies moving around.
A friend suggested I check out "The Baby Project" on NPR. The project follows a diverse group of women at different stages in life; documenting their pregnancies ties them all together. The blog updates are fun to read whether you're pregnant or not. If you haven't looked at them, I recommend you take a peek. However my feathers were a little ruffled when I read this blog update from participant Andrea Pike:
I would like to say that I'm glad I'm not a first-time mom giving birth to twins. (More power to those who are!) ... I'm not saying that adding not one, but two infants into the mix is going to be a cakewalk, but I am saying that having eight years of parenting under my belt is going to allow me to roll with the punches and to be ready for the unexpected.
I'm aware that having twins is going to be difficult, yet I also don't know anything else since I am going to be a first-time parent. So I'll just have to roll with the punches too. What other choice do I have at this point? But I do appreciate her perspective and gladly accept the advice of more seasoned parents and pregnant women out there.
Speaking of advice, I attended my first "Parents of Multiples" meeting in Roanoke last Thursday. Even if I'm not a mom quite yet, it's comforting to know the support is out there for the remainder of my pregnancy and beyond.
Lastly, I had my first random, bizarre emotional outburst on Saturday. For no real reason, after I got home from running errands with Karl, I just burst into tears. For about 30 minutes. Full on crying jag. I'm reluctant to blame the hormones but I can't really blame Karl since he did nothing wrong. So I guess I'll blame the hormones. Sigh.