Twenty-One Weeks

I tried to do good on gaining weight this week, but it seems I'm so full from babies that I barely have room for food. I did manage to eat a small slice of my own pumpkin cheesecake and had mashed potatoes twice, but man, I am full.

Dress/tunic/whatever you want to call it last seen here. Top is Forever 21 (oh, the shame!), Old Navy maternity leggings and Target shoes.

I'll have a day or so when I feel so big and then I'll wander aimlessly back into the "I'm sure some of my old dresses work fine as shirts" way of thinking. I know maternity clothes have come a long way from all the muumuus of yesteryear, but I still feel they have a long ways to go. I have a piece here or there that I splurged on that I like, but overall I'm still of the mindset that if it fits, I'm wearing it.

I do still have feet, right?

I'm up a pound and a half, despite the morning sickness hanging around. I've grown a little bit in the belly, and by night-time each night, my skin below the navel will be fiercely red from all the stretching. I slather up with lots of shea butter after steamy showers and giggle at my heft.

My child and I share the same cheesy smile.

Evan likes to give the babies hugs and kisses. He's not afraid of the big, white belly. He does stare strangely at the movements that you can now see from the outside. (How can I blame him, though? Today during Sunday School, I giggled and poked Robert into distraction to stare at my top bouncing while the babies rolled and punched and stretched.)

I've got about 16 weeks to go until my goal date and I keep telling myself I can do it. Other than being so tired about once a day, I don't feel bad. I'm used to the morning sickness. Even the belly skin stretching doesn't make me complain. I have enough energy to cook and bake (and nest!). I listen to relaxation tapes every night before I fall asleep and I take naps whenever I can. I feel good. And I'm enjoying this. I just can't believe it's going by so fast.


PS - It was still in the low 40s this morning when we went outside to take these photos. Oh, it felt good! No jacket or coat for me. I generate enough heat, thank you very much.

PPS - And crazy wavy hair thanks to pregnancy. The bun is courtesy of me not knowing how to style other than the every-blue-moon straightening I'll do.