Is there a big X on my back?
Oh, nothing. I was just….curious.
Since nothing exciting has been happening around here, unless you count the fact that I cleaned out the car for the first time in 8 months and also got all the hard water deposits off of Molly’s water dish (it’s a really fascinating story if you’re interested) (Next time? With pictures?), I was going to do a little pregnancy update. And it was going to sound a little like this.
I’ve just realized that the last few weeks are probably as good as it’s going to get. I haven’t had much in the way of nausea, I haven’t had insomnia, nor am I exhausted (thanks to an iron supplement that doesn’t make me sick). I don’t have lots of pain and I can still get out of bed without rolling. I can still see my feet, my feet are not swelling and I haven’t had heartburn in over a month.
That’s what I was going to write and then, this morning, after taking my iron supplement, I felt, if not nauseated, like I was about to faint and if I didn’t lie down immediately, might die. (Which is how I feel for the first 4 months of any pregnancy, usually.) So I spent the morning sleeping on my new couch and when I finally got up, I ate a strawberry and then had the worst heartburn in, oh, say, a month?
But the good news is, I can still see my feet and they are not swelling. Yet.
Recently, some old family friends (you know the kind that you’ve known all your life?) had two sets of surprise twins. Sisters, pregnant at the same time, had twins within months of each other and neither knew until the eleventh hour. Maybe I wouldn’t think so much about this except that I’m currently pregnant.
But I would know, right? I quizzed my midwife and a friend who has had 7 kids. We’re all convinced we would know. (Of course we are.) We would at least suspect, right? Sixth sense? They probably didn’t know because it was babies #5, and #6. (Oh.) They also go to midwives and don’t get routine sonograms…so, rats. (We’d have to get a bigger car.)
Yesterday, at the dentist’s office, I met a woman admiring my children. (That’s what she said, anyway.) She was very talkative and is the first stranger to ask when I’m due. She told me she missed when her kids were younger and that she wished she’d enjoyed it more. She was originally from Baton Rouge and had come out this way after the hurricane in New Orleans. She had six kids, five boys and one girl. And two sets of twins. The first of which, she didn’t know about until she was giving birth to them.
In light of all that, I’m doing what anyone in my position would do.
I’m coming up with possible names for twins.
And just so you know, I don’t think we’d have a problem naming twins.
So, no worries.