Yesterday I reached my 30 week mark. 30 weeks at 30 years old. Last time I'll ever hit that mark!
I've been a little nostalgic the last few days. I know I'm nearing the end (around 6 weeks left) and I'm just not ready to be done yet. I want to feel them move more. I want to be pregnant more. This is my last time and I'm not ready for it to be over. I like when people feel my belly and feel the babies move (even though these girls are really quiet). I like being huge and answering a gazillion questions about the pregnancy. I know I'll miss it when it's gone, so I'm trying to enjoy every moment. The sheer exhaustion of having toddler boys and being pregnant with twins makes that difficult, but I make it my goal to connect with the girls during rest time every day.
Speaking of which, the girls are getting on a fairly consistent schedule (Lord knows that will change once they're here, but for now it's nice). As soon as I wake up they are kicking and moving and telling me they are hungry. I know it's 2:00 (rest time for the boys) because the girls just start moving around knowing I should be sitting still for a while. Yesterday we went to a basketball game and I could tell when 2:00 hit because the girls just started squirming like crazy. They also like to be up late at night. Anytime after midnight is fair game for them to start fighting, touching, pushing, or whatever they are doing in there.
Now that we've found the camera again, I'll try and get a picture. This is the really fun growing time so there should be some good changes over the next several weeks.