Slowing Down

Yes, that's me at 36 weeks. I really hope that next week I can post a picture of the contents of that massive belly! I still feel pretty well, but am astounded by just how difficult it is to maneuver with an abdomen that protrudes that far. I'm guessing there's at least 11 or 12 pounds of babies in there! I should have a better idea of their sizes after my next sonogram in a few days.

I'm pretty sure my body is revolting against me; in fact, I think it's on strike. I can't do much of anything anymore. I suppose this is a good thing because I really shouldn't be doing many of the things that I was doing until fairly recently (like moving my refrigerator and lying on the floor behind it so I could vacuum the condenser coils). I don't mean to be stubborn or stupid; I'm just used to the fact that I have to be independent when my husband is deployed. What I'm not used to is being pregnant with twins - whole new concept for me. I am learning to ask for and accept offers of assistance though, difficult as that is for me.

Speaking of my beloved husband, he sent me flowers this week for my birthday! They are lovely as you can see below. I was brushing my teeth when the doorbell rang late Monday morning. Expecting it to be FedEx or UPS, I answered the door, toothbrush still in my mouth - their delivery guys usually drop off the package, ring the doorbell, and run away. Instead I was greeted by a young woman holding this beautiful arrangement and asking if I was Emily. I attempted to communicate with her around the toothbrush and through the toothpaste foam erupting from my mouth while hoping that she would notice my gravid state and excuse my behavior. Sigh. I hope that at some point my sanity and rational behavior return.