Almost halfway and still moving furniture

I decided moving Evan to the new nursery just wouldn't work. He's going through enough change and his current furniture (with the transition from crib to big boy bed) just won't work.

Oh, and I'm going through enough change. I just...can't. Having a baby changes a lot as is, but I feel like I need a little bit of "still the same" in my life, and for some reason, I've pinpointed that to be Evan's room. *taps hammer*

We moved the cribs (again) and found two more configurations that just wouldn't work.
I sheepishly asked Robert to move things back as I'd originally planned and I've declared them stuck...until I have another episode of panic/nesting/pregnancy meltdown.

And in other craziness - do you realize I'm almost halfway done with this pregnancy? Shocked me, too.I mean, yeah, typically 20 weeks and change is halfway, but that's for singleton pregnancies. I know that realistically my goal date of March 20 is probably one of the last calendar days I have a chance of still gestating these twins.

This week I became a phenomena; I grew an inch and a quarter in less than four days, and somehow also lost half a pound. I mean, what? I've been eating my weight in burritos and pimiento cheese sandwiches, but the scale is unresponsive. My waistline? Heck yeah, it got the memo. Although, this morning on the way to church I suggested to Robert that perhaps this dress made me look "normal" and "not pregnant" if I was viewed from the front. He kind of made this snort-laugh and covered it up with a sneeze. Not thirty minutes later did the nursery director at church gestured at my belly and told me how close I must be to delivery and to be sure and call when the baby arrived.

I can take it. Really. Tell me. Can you see a belly? Even from this angle? What if I grimace at you? SERIOUSLY, do I look pregnant from every angle now?

Also of note, the heels were worn for pictures only. I'd originally put them on this morning and teetered at a snail's pace into the kitchen. Although I felt dressy and sexy, I also felt wobbly, unsteady and fairly sure it would take me thirty minutes to walk from the parking lot into the church building. I ended up in some ugly flats for service, but put on these pretty silk shoes for fun later.

It's a fun time, lately. Even with the nausea still creeping around occasionally, I feel pretty darn good. I'm happy and healthy and I can't believe that this is all flying by so fast.

Three cheers for semi-decent maternity clothes. Dress: Maternal America purchased via Amazon, Shoes: bought at Dillard's for Easter when I didn't know what would match my green dress.