I know it's passe to apologize for not posting, but you know what? I am sorry I haven't posted, because maybe some people do care, and I certainly care. Some baby book this is going to be if I routinely leave out whole months at a time.
This blog is a weird space for me now - I'm continually surprised to discover it's been weeks since I posted here, probably because I post every weekday at Faith & Family Live and am on Twitter constantly. I never feel like there is anything I've forgotten to tell the Internet about, and yet my poor blog sits here abandoned.
One of the problems with going a long while without posting is that it feels like there is too much to catch up on, and it's true that a comprehensive update would take many thousand words, so I'm just... not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to talk about whatever I feel like talking about.
Which, in true navel-gazing fashion, is first and foremost the state of my pregnancy. I am still pregnant, hooray, and well into the second trimester. I'll be 22 weeks this coming Monday, with just 18 weeks to go until my actual due date, and only 14-16 weeks until probable delivery (assuming we can hold off that long, Deo volente.)
I am feeling pretty well these days. The perpetual nausea disappeared around 16 weeks, although I still have occasional pukey moments, and still take a nightly Unisom as a preventative measure. I was not exactly surprised, but I was certainly not pleased, to discover that the acid reflux of this pregnancy came directly as the nausea departed. I never needed Pepcid before the third trimester in my other pregnancies. Twins are just all kinds of fun.
But actually, one way in which twins ARE pretty fun - at this point, anyway - is in the movement department. I swear that I felt the first tiny flicker of movement at around twelve weeks (I KNOW) and it's just been ramping up ever since then. I think I'm in the happiest part of the pregnancy right now, as far as that goes. I get to feel both babies move many times a day, but they're still small enough that they can't get wedged under my ribs or anything. I'm trying to appreciate it, because I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before things get crowded in there and I'm miserable.
Right now the worst part of this pregnancy is the many-times-a-night bathroom trips. I am honestly SHOCKED at their frequency (EIGHT times a night? What is this horror?) and I can't figure out if it's caused by the twins or by the fact that this is my third pregnancy and this is just how it goes with later ones. I seem to remember that right before I delivered Blaise, I was generally sleeping for three hours, hitting the bathroom, then sleeping for another three hours, etc, through the night. That's a state of affairs I would be thrilled with right now.
But honestly, if the worst part of my pregnancy is getting up in the night to hit the bathroom, I'm doing pretty well. And I am! I'm feeling fairly energetic and I'm not yet too creaky, and I can eat what I want and actually sort of enjoy it (although I still don't love any particular foods - I know from experience that this won't end until I give birth. Stupid food aversions). I'm gaining weight well - up 30 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight, which is ahead of the necessary gain curve according to my doctors - and in general feeling healthy and happy.
I'm still having biweekly ultrasounds. At 16 weeks we found out the babies are boys (!) and at 20 weeks we found out that they look "perfect" - healthy and normal, without even any soft markers for genetic abnormalities. At 20 weeks the ultrasound tech also told me their positions - baby A is head down on the right, and baby B is breech on the left. So now I can tell which one is moving. So fun!
They're both moving now, and I'm off to brush my teeth. Hope they settle down soon so I can get to sleep.