Week by week, we are knocking this pregnancy out! I got to see the babies up close on an ultrasound on Friday, which brings tears to my eyes every time. They are doing wonderfully. "Couldn't be better," I believe were the words of the radiologist, which is music to a pregnant mama's ears. The babies are head down, growing perfectly for their gestational age, and are sharing their nutrients nicely (they are both the same size, which is something they look for with identical twins in particular). You go, babies!
These babies thriving is such encouragement to me. Because, you know, I am starting to feel pretty pregnant. Which is about right, given the fact that I am the same size that I was a month before Zosia was born (evidence below). So to hear that these babies are doing such hard work (they are growing wonderfully, are in a perfect position, and are sharing nicely with one another) makes me feel like I can do anything.
And I am actually feeling pretty great. So great, in fact, that I wish I could run around doing everything I normally do, when in fact I need to stay off of my feet as much as possible or else I end up regretting it later. All this sitting around makes someone like me, who usually adores being active, just the littlest bit stir crazy. But if these babies can hold up their end of the bargain, I can certainly hang out and relax for a couple of more months. We can do this, babies. One week at a time.