28 Weeks

Babies are around 2.5lbs each.

Viability

24 weeks on July 4th at the Jersey Shore. 50% chance of survival if they were born then.

Glamour Shot

I haven't posted at all, between travelling on vacation and generalized fatigue I just couldn't do it. But there I was last night and Chris grabbed my iPhone and took this photo of me. Sexy thing, ain't I (Chris says what makes the image is the sandwich perched on my belly and the generally dispeptic look on my face. Baby A was banging on my lower left hand side as if it were a drum).

In the meantime we saw the doctor today, everything still looks good. They have brains and kidneys and spines and they still have penises. They're both running large. Baby A is 15oz and B is 13oz.

Size Doesn't Matter

My friend Caryn took some photos of me last weekend at her house. I'm beginning to show.

Officially in the Second Trimester

As of yesterday. And I already look about 4.5 months pregnant. I have stopped just looking fat and started looking pregnant. I'll post a photo when I get one from my friend Caryn.

So Frickkin' Tired

We announced to Chris' fmaily and my extended family last weekend that we were pregnant. I also told people at work. In the meantime the nausea is getting a little better but I am painfully tired.

Also, on an unrelated note, I need to send it my tax returns today. I'm going to duck-out and go to the post office in about 10 minutes.

Bigger? Fatter? Or Just Relaxing The Stomach Muscles?

I can no longer fit my pants.

They were uncomfortable but buttonable a week and a half ago. I started to jerry-rig them last week (hair elastics through button holes and paperclips and safety-pins to hold things together). I tried to put on a pair of fairly loose pants this morning and no dice. I can't button them. I have four pairs of pants I can wear right now, two of which are work appropriate. I have one skirt and one dress that fit as well.

I have to go shopping for maternity clothes.

And yet I don't want to until we have the triple-screen on Wednesday when we do a whole lot of blood work and measure the backs of the necks and all sorts of other good stuff.

So I will wander through the office is dirty maternity pants for the next three days (actually, I have a thing to go to tomorrow and, therefore have to wear the dress) hoping that all turns out well on Wednesday.

I am so completely worried that things won't be okay. I am also scared that everything stopped growing and I just don't know it yet.