I thought I felt a baby kick last night. Granted, it could have also been gas. But apparently you can feel movement much earlier with twins (something about how one baby is generally jammed up on one side of your uterus) and since I usually don’t feel gas bubbles two inches from my hip bone, I’m claiming it as baby movement. I also felt really happy last night, and I just want to bask in the feeling of knowing that one of my little limes is up to doing somersaults these days.
At least someone in this equation feels good.
Some of you have wondered if having twins makes everything double crazy. Here’s what I’ve found so far: I didn’t get morning sickness, but I did get the evening exhaustion. Food is still touchy. Cheerios are my best friends. And as far as being tired, that goes without saying. I’m tired. All. The. Time.
In other news, I’m doing a lot of heavy sighing lately. Jason keeps asking me what’s wrong, and yesterday I had to stop and consider what he meant, because nothing is wrong. Well, nothing except the fact that I get out of breath bending over to pick up Ellie’s sippee cups and nasty yogurt covered spoons, or walking up the stairs. The sad part is, I’m not even big yet. I still look pretty average sized, which means the babies can’t be wreaking that much havoc. Right?
Unfortunately, the answer is yes. My heavy sighs are efforts to regulate my out of sync breath, which is kind of embarrassing and also, apparently, makes me sound like I’m mad a lot. Fun, huh?
So, I am really, REALLY happy to be entering week twelve, which hopefully signals the ushering through to the glorious second trimester zone of joy. (Don’t look at me. Every baby site online has some lame name for the second trimester, so I had to make up my own to avoid copyright infringement.)
Last time around, this is when I got really crazy bursts of energy, snowshoed up a storm, and happily ate a steady diet of various types of pancakes. (PS – check out The Crave. This week I’ll be adding my favorite Dutch Baby pancake recipe. For those of you who are regulars at the Original Pancake House, this should be cause for celebration.)
Meanwhile, here’s to hoping the daily 4:00-6:00pm zone of exhaustion and nausea checks out soon.