The Lush Mommy Blog

I hate to keep talking about my big belly but right now it's consuming me-- literally!

I feel like Poppin' Fresh. You know, that happy little Pillsbury Doughboy who giggles when you poke his stomach (I want to punch him). The only difference is, I don't giggle-- I'm more likely to cry.

Surprisingly my stomach is not that big, considering I'm carrying twins. However, my two little babies are crammed into such a small space they're really starting to threaten my sanilty. It's just unreal what is happening to my stomach. Their feet and legs continually poke out of my stomach like alien creatures-- it's actually kind of gross. The skin on my stomach is so tight it squeaks when you rub it!

I've realzed that the biggest difference between carrying twins and a single baby is the amount pressure your uterus has to endure. Not only that-- the babies can sit on your colon, your bladder or any other organ for that matter. Sometimes it's so hard to stand because you feel like they're going to fall out. Graphic I know, but seriously, it's not pleasant.

So what have I been doing to ease the pressure, the pain, the general fatigue? Nothing. Nothing at all. Everyday I do one errand, one bit of house work and then I get in bed-- guilt free. Although my house is crumbling around me as we speak-- I don't care. I'm too tired to care. I know this will be the last time for the next 18 or so years that I will have to rest. I know what's coming and it ain't gonna be pretty.