Friday, August 26, 2005

sooooo big

I have officially outgrown my maternity clothes. The t-shirts ride up over my big belly. The pants with panels squeeze me too tight and the ones without creep down inch by inch with every step I take. Only my beloved LARGE yoga pants that fell off me when I got them at week 11 still fit. But for how long? For how long?

According to the scale at my doctor's office, I weigh a whopping 185 pounds. That's quite a bit more than where I started out. And the scary part is I have 3 more months to go. I'm not sure what I'll wear or how I'll haul my big ass and even bigger belly around. It's exhausting.

I did do a little shopping today. I had to. I can't wear those yoga pants every day (though I do wear them almost that often) and I nearly suffocated myself wearing my LARGE (but really too small) jeans yesterday. So, I caved in and bought a skirt and a pair of pants that actually fit and feel comfortable (for now). And that I think can work for both Summer and Fall as long as I can fit into them.

I really hope these boys are as big as my tummy would have me believe. They're certainly active. Wish my husband was here to see them poking my belly from the inside with their little feet, fists, elbows. It's amazing to watch.

I just I hope I don't pop.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

long, hot crazy summer

To all of you who have posted or sent me e-mails expressing your concern for my well-being, I thank you. I really didn't mean to make anyone worry- it's been a hectic couple of months and I just haven't had the time to check-in much less write a coherent entry, but I promise to be better from now on.

That said. . .

I am no longer living in Mexico. Packed up the apartment and the husband and the dog and left on July 26th for the good old US of A. We spent a lovely week in Maine with my mother stuffing ourselves silly on lobster and fried clams, corn on the cob, taking the dog to the beach every morning at low tide, hitting the outlet and antique stores and generally having a restful and relaxing time before driving down to hot and humid New York City to our new apartment, our new home.

I don't miss anything about Mexico yet. Maybe the weather. My big belly and ridiculously swollen ankles make any excursion out of the apartment more work than its worth. But my husband is away for 3 weeks- back in Mexico for work and so it is up to me and me alone to walk the dog, buy the groceries, take out the trash and do the dishes. The errands and the heat tire me out and I find myself in bed by 9 every night, too tired to even read myself to sleep.

Today I am 24 weeks and 3 days pregnant. The boys (yes, they are both boys. oh boy. oh boy) are moving around like crazy. I imagine them practicing their karate chops and long jumps inside my uterus. I've been so bad about recording their progress (that's what I get for neglecting my blog) so I have no idea when I felt that very first flutter on the inside (sometime in July) or when the kicks and pushes were first able to be felt from the outside (sometime in early August?) and so I wonder what I will record in the baby albums if I ever find one that I like.

Am spending my days with a phone cradled between my ear and shoulder, my hands perched on the keyboard researching childbirth classes, diaper services, adding things to my registry. I know that there is still plenty of time before the boys are due to arrive, but I am feeling anxious, unsettled. I 'm terrified that I will be put on bedrest and all of these things that I have to do will be undone and the babies will arrive without a place to sleep, a way to get home from the hospital, with not a stitch of clothing to wear. Completely irrational, I know. Even more so since we already have a closet full of baby stuff given to us by friends, neighbors, relatives. We have toys, bibs, clothes, bedding, a swing, a crib. So whether I register or not. Whether I make it to my shower or not- the babies will be/ are already well provided for.

And the good news is- there's really no reason to suspect that I will have to do the bedrest thing. At least not yet. I had my first appointment with my NYC OB a couple of weeks ago and everything looks good. A huge PHEW! since my pre-natal care in Mexico left something to be desired. But that's another story.

Suffice to say, I am settling into the new apartment, am thrilled to be back in Manhattan (despite the ridiculous temperatures), and am anxiously awaiting the return of my husband so that we can pick out a coffee table together.