The boys have been very active as of late. I swear I've been able to feel them for a very long time, but now it's out of control! Dave still hasn't gotten kicked yet because it's so sporadic and spread out (literally-all over my belly), that he's never gotten a dose. I mostly notice it when I am at rest, either laying down, or just relaxing, especially when I lie on my side b/c either B or C is getting partially squished and protests a bit.
My belly is definitely starting to show signs of 3 babies hanging out inside. I'm one of the 50% of the population to get stretch marks and had a ton from Eli. Well now, they're turning pink which means...they're stretching even more! Does that mean I'm already the size of being full term with a singleton? Oh, my! I've still got a ways to go! Also, my belly button is starting to do parlor tricks. It can't decide where it wants to be and moves around. I can even force it out about an inch (I know super gross-at least I didn't show you).
Next Tuesday I've got a cx check and am crossing my fingers that I can continue to stay home and continue my current routine. This scares me b/c I have no idea what my cx is doing and I have to wait for these appointments for Dr. M. to tell me what's going on.
Next Sunday I've been asked to be a model!?! Dave works with a woman who is a photographer in her spare time. She's taking a class and they need to photograph a prego-mama, and who did she think of??? Me!!! I am panicking (of course). My belly isn't the typical basketball belly. It's more square and flat so I'm paranoid that people won't think I look preggers. She checked out some pix and sent them to her instructor and they both think I look preggers enough. So now I have to panic about what to wear, how to do my hair, what to get waxed, and what color to get my nails done. I checked out this photog's website and she has some pretty saucy pix of preggers on there. I'm totally not into the boudoire shots due to the aforementioned stretchmarks. She'll also do some pix of the 3 of us together so I had to get coordinating outfits for us. We'll see how that goes.
I keep thinking that this 22 weeks has gone by remarkably fast. It really has. The only scary thing is that the toughest part is yet to come. I tried to make the analogy to a marathon, but that isn't completely accurate. In a marathon, when you get to the 1/2 way mark, you feel a sense of relief and can think, "I'm 1/2 way there, the rest should be a breeze" (OK, I'm assuming this is what you think, I've never run a marathon so I may be totally off.) But with carrying these little guys, there's really not sense of "breeziness". It's sort of backwards in that the beginning was easy (for me, not for all) and that the end is the tough part.
I'll post an update on Tuesday after my trip to MGH. Keep those fingers crossed!!!
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