I have an ultrasound this afternoon, so you don't get actual updates until tomorrow.
But how's this, anyway?
I've pretty much started taking offense at everything people say.
I'm trying not to, but it's hard.
For example, I had this conversation at the bank:
Becky: I would like to cash this check.
Teller: WHOA! You are going to have a baby!
Teller: Looks like you've only got about a day or two left, huh?
Becky: A few more weeks actually.
Teller: Oh my gosh! I literally did not know women could get so huge!
Becky: *stunned silence for a moment* Thank you?
But the next day at church several women said to me, "Oh you look SO tiny for being pregnant with twins." Like they were complimenting my weight.
I might actually prefer the first interaction.
Don't belittle me. Don't downsize my pregnancy.
I am gigantic, and it's freaking hard work being so big. I eat absurd amounts of food, all day long -and not because I want to.
I lie in bed in severe pain because my back is doing so much work holding up my heavy stomach. I am now covered in highly unattractive stretch marks.
I can't put on socks, plug things into outlets, or pick things up if I accidently drop them.
I quit school and my job to stay home and incubate because getting as big as possible (and consequently growing these boys as big as possible) is my top priority.
So I don't like when people tell me I'm staying tiny. Because I have mirrors in my house, too, people.
I'm not tiny. I know it.
Although, in my defense, I have seen other women who are bigger than I am. There's no way I'm the biggest woman that bank teller had ever seen.
So I guess what I'm saying is, I wish people would stop telling me what they think my body should look like.
I'm quite pleased with it myself.
Oh, and for the record, I don't mind if you say "You are looking so big!" You can say that to me if you see me. I am looking big.
I only mind the stunned disbelief that anyone in the world could possibly be so big.