35 Weeks

I think you guys have officially seen every pair of lounge pants I own. I swear I wear things besides sweatpants, t-shirts and sweatshirts.

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We’re about a month away from The Boy’s arrival. Much of my maternity clothing, which really does include jeans, blouses and sweaters, is barely covering my expansive midriff. I’m planning on wearing my pink fuzzy robe, signature bracelet and black flats to the office when everything stops fitting.

At work, I am already getting the “You’re still here?!!” comments, mixed in with a few remarks about twins and “You have a month to go yet??!!!” I get sympathetic looks from strangers and people practically leap out of the way when I come waddling towards them, as if my water may break from the effort of having to side step them.

Overall, I’m feeling pretty good except for a fair amount of pressure in my nether regions and funky pains occasionally running down my inner thighs. I am feeling ready to not have a giant ball escorting the rest of my body around. I freak out at regular intervals throughout the day, sometimes because we don’t have a name picked out yet, other times it’s because Addy isn’t sleeping in her new room yet, and still other times it’s because I fear we’re thrusting too much new stuff at her.

We are a family in the process of major change to make way for an even bigger change. I am getting so excited to meet my baby boy, to add a +1 to our cozy threesome. But I am also trying to savor these last weeks with my first baby in my arms and my newest baby still in my belly.

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