Rooms, Baby Showers, and Orbits

There haven't been too many dynamic changes in the Heininger world lately, thus the lack of posts.  We are trudging along on Norah's room.  Well, I say we, but the balance is about 10% me, 90% Jay.  We are nearly to the "finally decide what color to paint the walls, for real" stage.  That, dear friends, is a frightening stage.  I get so nervous choosing paint colors.  Not really sure why.

My mom (with my input because I am picky and crazy and hormonal) has been planning my baby shower.  The baby shower plans are a little bittersweet but not as terrible as I had envisioned.  The real thing on that day may be a bit harder but I hope I can just let joy win out over sorrow that day.  My fears and nervousness about it really come from the probably irrational fear that someone, somehow will forget what's happening and get us something that is for twins.  That I don't know how I will handle.  But I know that it would be just an honest mistake so hopefully I will have enough grace to keep going.

We also completed our first baby registry.  This had its rough moments.  Like looking at cribs.  At first we had thought we were going to get two mini cribs so there would be enough room for them both.  But now we are down to trying to decide what kind of regular crib to get.  That hurts a bit, the thought of that empty space, but we take a deep breath and move on.  We did decide to get a crib that only converts into a toddler bed or a day bed, not to a twin or full bed.  I have this wonderful hormone-fueled, sentimental dream of having a guest room someday occupied with grandchildren sleeping in the same day bed that was their parents' crib.  Fluffy, huh?

I look super pregnant all of a sudden.  It was like in a single week I went from "rockin' the beer gut" to "dun' got knocked up".  It's not a too terrible look for me, if I do say so myself.  Jay got to feel his daughters move for the first time about a week ago and they have been trying to outdo that initial display since, I think.  The joy on his face is a look I have cataloged with the moment he saw me walk down the aisle to him and the smile when I handed him the positive pregnancy test as something I will never, ever forget.  My girls have even gotten strong enough to have their kicks be visible from the outside.  That is super alien looking.  The first time it happened I was sitting in a waiting room wearing a purple/white striped shirt I really noticed my belly move.

My back and hips can certainly tell I've gotten more pregnant.  And any day now the round ligaments in my abdomen are going to send up white flags in surrender just so they get left alone.  But no such luck.  I'm 26 and 1/2 weeks now.  With them wanting to deliver a bit early, I've got about 10ish weeks left.  And in that 10ish weeks I need to go from moon-ish sized to Jupiter-sized.  I'm gonna have my own orbit!! :)

Bye for now!