Anyway, the babies are doing great! They are definitely running out of room in there. It's funny to see how squirmy they are, especially the girl. Oh, and we're still expecting one of each. The ultrasound tech said "yep, it's DEFINITELY a boy!" Ryan was a proud daddy. Ha! Nothing too new to report. Name-wise, we're back to the drawing board. The girl's name was one that I've always loved, but it's been shot down by both of my parents, to the point of just fearing them hating it every time they have to say it. The boy's name is pretty set, but we're starting to waver a bit. Oy vey!
As for me, I'm doing pretty great. I keep comparing how I'm feeling now to how I felt with Lilly's pregnancy. Pretty much from week 6 until delivery, I was miserable. MISERABLE! Everything hurt, I was sick all the time, I was cranky from the second my eyes opened in the morning. But this time around, I have little-to-no morning sickness, I'm able to go to the gym, and my PSD (pubic symphysis disorder -- overly-stretchy bones), is bad, but manageable. Granted, I can tell my mobility is going downhill quickly, since my tummy is getting too uncomfortable to bend over, so who knows how long I'll be able to continue this no bed rest thing. My motto in life is "it could be worse," and it definitely could be, so for now, I'm counting my blessings.
20 week random facts:
* current cravings are veggies. I'd kill for a stir-fry of zucchini, onion, string beans, carrot, and asparagus.
* no aversions
* total weight gain: 8 pounds
* still not wearing maternity pants, even though I miss not having a waistband on my pants. The waistband of my only pair of jeans is going to be the death of me, I swear!!
* Ryan and my mom have both been able to feel kicking from the outside. It took Ryan FOREVER to feel Lilly kick. Probably because I was much heavier then.
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| You can't see that it says "size of a banana (X2)" |
| Ryan likes to "talk" to the babies |
| So now Lilly likes to talk into my belly |
| "I'm a doctor" |
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| The girl is now baby B and the boy is baby A. Essentially meaning that the boy is sitting lower than the girl. |




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