The babies are moving around more than ever and I’m getting to know their schedules a little better. It’s funny how they’re forming patterns already! According to my baby book, the little guys are measuring a little over 15 inches from head to toe and they’re probably opening and closing their eyes. I hope they aren’t mastering their father’s famous "wink." After Justin & I had been dating for about 5 years I had to point out to him that he was a ‘winker’ and that I thought it was giving women (aka, my competition!) the wrong idea. For instance, we’d be out to breakfast & the waitress would come to the table and say something friendly – Justin would reply & wink. Age didn’t matter. She could be 17 or 71 – he’d still give them a little wink. He didn’t even realize he was doing it, but I think these chicks thought he was trying to pick them up.
Anyway, back to my boys. Nolan’s been jabbing me in the ribs with his little feet. I was wondering about that. I thought it may have just been a pregnancy myth, but there is NO mistaking it when it actually happens. Another strange thing that’s been going on is the Michael-Flatley-Riverdance they’ve got going on in my nether-regions. What’s that all about?! Why didn’t anybody warn me about it? It’s very uncomfortable and the only way I can get them to stop is for me to bounce up & down on a chair. This is something I will warn my fellow woman about and let her know that it’s completely normal. I thought something was wrong with me (like one of the babies trying to make an escape) so I asked the doctor what was going on. He told me that it’s normal…but let me tell you: it doesn’t feel normal.