Week 5 Update

Last night I spoke with Teebs on the phone and we agreed that people are probably more interested in my CARRYING TWINS than in my yogurtmaking attempts, so I will probably be abandoning my efforts to keep mentions of the pregnancy to once-a-week-only. Nevertheless, I'll probably confine the cut-and-dried updates to once a week. So, without further ado, here is my update for Week 5.

Brooke in a recent post shows us a pregnant stick figure who proudly proclaims that this "ain't for sissies." She's right.

I think I'm already starting to show a little bit. At this point, it's primarily infrastructure, but I already feel very full after even a small meal. The bruises are from my daily injections. From the medication, the foreign chemical, that has to be INJECTED INTO MY BELLY FAT EVERY DAY, MERE INCHES AWAY FROM THE TINY CREATURES FOR WHOM I SCRUB MY ORGANIC PRODUCE BEFORE EATING IT. The pasty whiteness, unfortunately, can't be blamed on anything. See the teeny, teeny, tiny scars on my navel and just above the belt loop directly to the left of the button on my jeans? Those are two of the three surgical scars that I was so worried about just a few short months ago. My, how times have changed!

In less than a week, my husband has mastered the art of giving me my shots in the least painful way possible, all while prepping for his own workday. I've been a horror to live with--exhausted, moody, upset, tearful. For that, I am truly, truly sorry.

And today is his birthday.

Ty, I couldn't imagine any better person to raise my babies with. You will be as wonderful a father as you are a husband. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. And, rest assured, I already love them, too.

Happy birthday, Baby. Happy day to all my babies.