24 Weeks

My my, the time does fly. Tomorrow I’ll be 24 weeks pregnant, a milestone because it’s considered the lower limit of viability, although I sincerely hope not to find that out personally. I’ve been feeling mostly good, with the occasional episode of heartburn, breathlessness, or general discomfort — nothing really deserving of major complaint (although I complain to Matt anyway). I have been feeling (and sometimes seeing) plenty of baby movement, which is quite cool if slightly “oh my god there are things living in me ew ew ew ew!”

Up until a couple weeks ago, the move was so fully occupying our time and thoughts that we didn’t pay much attention to the eventual needs of the babies. However, now that my belly is really starting to assert itself, we have realized that there really are going to be twins at the end of this, and maybe it would be better if we had more stuff in the nursery than six paint swatches, a cradle with no mattress, and a rocking chair I bought off the side of the road when I was 22. So we braved Babies R Us to set up a registry (and utterly shocked the cashier with our intention to decorate a baby room without knowing the sex of the babies that would be occupying it — abuse!) and filled in a few other items on myregistry.com, and now we just have to slowly acquire them. We’re also getting some good deals on Craigslist and are the recipients of some very generous hand-me-downs (and the sister of a friend, whom we’ve never even met, pulled a fancy, good-condition double stroller out of the Natick dump for us!), so we’re making some progress.

We also went to our first of four “Marvelous Multiples” classes at the hospital. We didn’t learn much (except that apparently cutting through the umbilical cord takes some muscle), but it was very cool to sit in a room of eight other couples all expecting twins — so nice to feel average! Next week is the hospital tour (yay) and the review of all the awful things that can happen to you and your babies just because you were dumb enough to get knocked up with twins, you high-risk oddballs. I’m bringing my iPod for that part.

Finally, on a totally random note, lots of women talk about how their dreams get really unusually crazy during pregnancy. People on the chat board I frequent detail some truly bizarre ones. I have found the opposite, however: my dreams have become unbelievably tedious. Last night I dreamed that all my clothes had gotten mixed up in this huge pile of everyone’s clothes (I don’t know who “everyone” was), and I spent a long, long stretch of dream time looking for my clothes, folding them, and putting them away. I woke up bored. I think this is my brain preparing me for certain aspects of parenting.

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