So, I'm 26 weeks now! And according to the internet the average weeks twins are born is 35, which is only NINE WEEKS AWAY. Eight weeks and a few days if we're being technical, which we should be because holy f-ing shit Batman, eight weeks in having a baby land is VERY, VERY SOON. I mean, that's December 20th people. DECEMBER 20TH! (all caps because THAT'S HOW MY BRAIN IS SHOUTING RIGHT NOW)
I, however, have decided they will not be born until at least January 5th. A solid 37 weeks. That is what is happening. Don't you dare try to tell me otherwise, or this pregnant lady will cut a bitch.
Also, I am surrounded by very kind people who keep telling me I look good, and don't even look pregnant with twins, which is very nice of them. But I have a feeling they might be saying that due to things like the previous "I will cut a bitch" statement, because I am a lot bigger than I was pregnant with just one.
For comparison here's me (again) at 26 weeks with the twin boys...
26 with twins
And then here's me at 39 weeks with Tula.
Same size at 39 weeks! What!
I feel big. Which is fine. I wanna be big. Fat babies are happy babies. That's science.
I'll be big as long as these boys get their feet out of my ribs. That is not a comfortable place to house your feet Matt and Damon! I swear it's like they're trying to backwards climb out through my throat. And despite the fact I'm not thrilled about the two of them coming out through my (extremely unrecognizable at this point) vagina either (not that I would 'recognize' it. I don't like, keep a photo album of it or anything, like some creepy prom porn movie beginning. I just mean, things are weird down there), I'd much rather them come out the normal way than try to figure out an alternate route.
Addie is scared about it too!
Last hike I'll probably be on until next summer. I've benched myself from hiking due to babies spreading my pelvis! Yay bodies!