I am well beyond the soccer ball or basketball stage. It is OBVIOUS I swallowed a beach ball. I had a dear friend say to me once, "Twins! I always wanted twins. It's like two for the price of one." And may I just say in response to that, not that she reads my blog, I'm sure she doesn't, but in my own personal opinion of course since all pregnancies are different, it is not the price of one. It may be the same length of time as one, but you definitely pay for two. Or at least I do.
To clarify from previous post's comments, I don't have any new stretchmarks. I have stretchmarks that have long since faded from my pregnancy with Pookie. I just don't have any new ones. And I'm expecting to get some. I'm only 22 weeks and 6 days and feeling like a beached whale. I'm bound to get larger. But the funny thing is, I'm one pound less than I was at my first appointment. But I am definitely large with life. Two more days until my long-awaited ultrasound.
Yes, I have been homeschooling Pookie. I'm not sure if this is that path that we will continue on when the twins are born. I might send Gabbers to Kindergarten at the school on base and continue to homeschool Pookie next year. We'll see.
We are not homeless anymore. We have decided home-buying isn't for us right now. We accepted a 4-bedroom home on base. It is tiny compared to our home in North Dakota. This past Thursday our household goods were delivered. It looks like we need to have a major yard sale.
I can't wait to get organized. I've been trying desperately to get the kitchen in order and hopefully fill my freezer before I end up on bed rest. But the freezer is hidden somewhere in the stomach of the garage right now behind dozens of boxes of books and food storage and out of season clothes. This morning I decided I was going to make bread since it's been since March since I've baked any. It was a little worrisome when I realized I haven't yet unpacked my measuring spoons and have no idea where they are. I hope it still turns out.
Happy Memorial Day to you all! I'll try to find the power cord to update some pics of our chaotic home, growing children, and of course, the ever-growing belly.