Cankles.

They're the new muffin top. I normally have bony chicken ankles, so it's hilarious to look down and see Fred Flintstone's legs on my body. My footsies are numb and tingly, hard to move, and won't fit into shoes very well...but it's all good. I enjoy pressing fingerprint designs into them and wearing my TED hose to work every day. With a little rest and leg elevation, it decreases in intensity...the challenge is just finding the time to lay down! Gotta stop spreading myself so thin. I am almost 8.5 months pregnant with twins and still working full time. Oy.

 Sexay...rawr

Sorry for the lack of updates. I actually had the time and energy to sit down this afternoon and write a post. I was supposed to be at a baby shower that my friends at work were throwing me...but an awesome, supportive, and oh so sensitive authority figure caused it to be canceled and drafted up new company policies because it wasn't fair that another pregnant (with twins) coworker was left out of it. Really unnecessary drama that has nothing to do with work? Was it fair that I wasn't included in said co worker's two work showers that she's already had? Yes it was fair. Why? Because she deserves her own celebrations and it is her own business. Why would I want to steal her glory? She deserves to be honored at her own baby showers. Besides, how unfair is it to invite employees to a shower for two women pregnant with four babies and expect them to be able to afford all of these gifts at one time? It puts me in a very awkward and embarrassing situation. And it stresses me out. Some people have no class.

Baby showers have been the root of most of my panic attacks over the years because of the infertility devil. I will admit that it has been a pretty uncomfortable experience going to my own baby showers. I am so grateful, but it is still very hard. Now, after almost seven years it is finally my turn and someone has to start drama and hurt my feelings. Therefore, my awesome friends have devised other plans for us to celebrate these baby boys. It's not even about the gifts. All we need are our babies, my boobs, and a roof over our heads. They have seen the ups and downs and many failures for Andy and I over the years, and they want to celebrate that fact that we will finally have our miracle babies. And I'm going to eat cake. Take that diabeetus. And take that authority figure. From this point forward, I will be keeping friendship and unsupportive business relationships separated. Click. Click. Facebook deeeeeeeeelete.

I'm alternating visits between my regular OB and high risk OB. I'm being seen on a weekly basis now...thank God. The diabeetus is under control and no signs of preeclampsia thus far. Pow is still head down and Boom Boom is still breech. They will measure them again at my appointment next Monday. I'm guessing they're probably around 5 lbs each now! I do know that Pow's head is laying on my bladder and that hasn't been fun. I have to crawl to the bathroom and only get about a tablespoon of pee out, lol. I have started having more intense Braxton Hicks last Friday and have been trying to take it easy and hydrate well. It's so weird...whenever I have one, my abdomen becomes so tight that I can see the outline of their tiny little bodies and butts sticking out. Little munchkins are getting ready to come out and meet their mama and daddy!

I am 33 weeks as of yesterday. That means only FOUR MORE WEEKS!!! I can't believe it! Hopefully they will bake for as long as possible so that we can avoid the NICU.

I know some of you have been missing Andy's belly pics, so I included him this week. He is flattered to say the least. From what I can tell, I haven't had much growth since my last post. I'm pretty sure there will be another spurt in the near future! Thank you all for your support and sweet comments! I try to get back to all of you, but it is really hard sometimes. Please know that we appreciate them all!

32 Weeks

33 Weeks