In my twenties

I made it to my twenties (weeks pregnant that is). (Because I'm not in my twenties anymore.)(Woe.)

I also kind of hit a wall this week. Well, back up. Last weekend none of us were feeling well. Robert went to the doctor Monday and came home with a handful of medicine. I figured if Evan was still feeling bad by Tuesday I'd take him in.

Well, guess who had their first bout of RSV (with a double ear infection to boot)? Poor guy.

Child's first cheesy school photo. This was before this shirt was destroyed in the great Carrot Juice Chugging Incident.

I kind of skirted the whole sickness, managing to escape with allergy-like symptoms that were gone in a day or so. But Friday, my old pal morning sickness returned. (Reference how I truly feel about it here.) That, and I was exhausted. Not the typical, "I need a nap" exhausted but "Am I the living dead?" type tired.

I have been thoroughly warned by my OB that I'll hit a wall of exhaustion somewhere around 26 weeks. I think this is just the precursor to it. The half-useless period of pregnancy, if you will.

I spent most of Saturday alternating between hard-core nesting and sleeping. And being sick.

My weight is still hovering at around +11 pounds (down a pound since last week), and my belly circumference is the same. The babies are much more active now, and I'm about 99% positive I can tell which is which. The girl is lower and to the left and more inside. The boy is to my upper right ribs and much more surface-level. Robert's even been able to feel a kick or two.

Dress is the Infinite Dress by Hayley Starr. I bought it during their annual sale and can't wait to find another steal, because this mama can't afford a $325 dress, despite how comfortable and versatile it is.

I'm hoping that with Thanksgiving ahead of me I might be able to eat enough to make the scale jump a bit so that my doctor won't give me that "Why aren't you gaining weight?" look that I'm sure my friend Kelly is giving me right about now. (Hi Kelly! I swear I'm eating! Things with butter!)

I'm enjoying the nesting, though. The nursery is almost complete (still waiting on curtain fabric to come available), my house has never smelled better (thanks to all the baked goods I've been whipping up) and my spice cabinet has been rearranged. Again.

PS - No, I haven't seen anything past the belly in weeks, including my toes, hence the lack of shoes. If I can't see them, they don't count, right?

PPS - But I'd love a pedicure right about now.