I am DYING to know if we're having a girl or a boy. I thought with all my distractions and stresses (Trevor's new job, needing to find a place to live, Trev's new semester starting, and, oh yeah, taking care of twins) I wouldn't be so anxious. But, yes, I am. I still have three weeks till the ultrasound on September 22.
I feel like I'm just looking fat, not so much pregnant. I can still wear my clothes, but they're mighty uncomfortable. My body really didn't have much time to adjust between pregnancies, so Trev says I need to be a bit easier on myself.
Oh, and I discovered this week that Elmo's World is NOT the same show as Sesame Street. Elmo's World is horrible. Never, never again.