19 weeks

What did you do this week? I made an indoor hopscotch game for my toddler because I thought it was too hot to go outside: That lasted three days, until he remembered the joy of peeling tape and stickers. Robert asked me where I got the idea and honestly, I don't know. Call it a mix of creativity mixed with boredom and craziness.

Sadly, I also had my last snow-cone of the season. If I knew of a place that was open year-round, I'd probably put their kids through college. I have a love affair with snow-cones, and much to my friend Papar's chagrin, vanilla ones. Oh, the goodness of ice and sweetness.

Monday I felt like my belly had grown a bit. I didn't measure or weigh myself, simply dressed and went on my way. I went to drop something off at a friend's house, and she very politely asked if I was wearing a maternity top.

Wah-wahhhhh

Yes, I was. A maternity top I'd evidently outgrown.

I threw it to a "maybe next baby" pile, and went on. The next day, I was out (in a completely different outfit) and noticed I felt a breeze on my stomach. I reached down below my scope of view and touched skin. I hurriedly pulled down the shirt in front, only to have a nice breeze now airing out my back and sides.

Ooookay. That's not cool.

I went home and said something to Robert. And I showed him and said something about maybe my clothes had shrunk because man, my pants felt tight. It was then he noted the angry red ring circling my lower abdomen from my pants...the pants that had fit just fine last week.

By Friday I had sorted through what still fit, and thus this outfit: That's a dress. A dress I am wearing as a shirt.

See? Dress:

Dress from more normal times, AKA April of this year...back when I could still see my toes.

I threw on a pair of leggings (that were also too tight) underneath and went to the store for new clothes.

...where I totally cried like a baby in the dressing room at what size shirts I needed.

And then noticed that none of my shoes fit because, HELLO SAUSAGE-TOES.


And, that's my intro to 19 weeks. Yay!


PS - My belly grew another inch. Or two. And I gained four pounds. I'm only up 12 pounds total, so why the sudden "I'm almost as big I was last time at full term"*, I have no idea.


*I posed a theory to Robert that since I'm 19 weeks with twins, I should count it twice, therefore 19 week twin pregnancy = 38 week singleton pregnancy. He squashed that theory by reminding me that all my books and my OB and perinatologist said that you generally measure 7-10 weeks ahead. Whatever. 38 weeks! Wahoo!