and I look like I swallowed a basketball. Funnily, my super-oblivious coworker just stopped by my office and said, "Oh my goodness, are you pregnant?"
Being pregnant with twins is some serious-ass business. It is kicking my butt up, down and sideways. But there is a lot of awesome going on as well.
Z is super excited about it. He gets all sweet and pats my belly and talks to them and calls them the twinkles. So I think it might be worth it.
Although...T and I have suddenly realized that we are going to have to purchase a minivan. And you know what? We are both going through the stages of grief. I'm pretty much at the acceptance stage, probably because the pregnancy is more real to me since I can't for one single solitary second forget that I am pregnant. T seems to be stuck at the bargaining stage.
That's it, any small vestiges of cool left in my body pretty much drained out of me the moment I found out I was having twins. All that's left is getting used to the idea.