pregnancy stuffs

I used to think that when I became pregnant I would write everything down - everything that happened and all the changes and I would look back and laugh at all the craziness: I would give my future children a copy and say "Look what you made me go through! Haha! How wacky!". But so far I have barely said anything. I guess I am in denial a bit, which is crazy, but true. I have an ultrasound in 2 weeks time and I am really looking forward to seeing if there is (still) at least one baby in there. Also, we would like to know if we have boys or girls.

So would our parents.

So would everyone selling baby goods on eBay.

I thought about starting a specific "baby blog" (urgh, I hate the term too) but I can't be bothered. I make blogs all the time with suckmylolly.com and I may as well write everything here.

I've been reading the hillarious "Up the Duff" but haven't had too many changes to note just yet. Well, except the feeling that leather pasties are super glued to my bosoms. Oh and the odd vomit. Oh and the crying and crying. Oh and the need to sleep about 12+ hours a day. Oh and the slightly bulging tummy.

Yeah, ok, maybe some stuff is happening.

ps: I love ginger kittens!

House news!

It's been a crazy last few weeks but I can finally announce that Stef and I have bought a house!

We've been waiting a few weeks for all the paperwork to be done (and it didn't look like it was even going to happen) - but it finally has!! Hoorah!! We settle in a month from today (and that means we can move in then too!). It's in the same suburb as my parents and about 50m away from my grandma. We are very excited!!

We would like to have a "Everything happened for us all at once" party, but I don't know if that's going to happen because there's just too much happening, still.

Two ginger kittens aren't the greatest company ever really.

Not a lot has been happening lately. I spend more time with cats than I do humans.
I have been doubting very much that there is one baby inside of me, let alone two.
But... the occasional vomit brings me back to the reality that there is at least one baby in there.
On September 1st we will be (hopefully) finding out the kinds of babies - ie: boy ones or girl ones or one of each.
I do not look pregnant yet and I'm 16 weeks on Wednesday.
Stef thinks I do look a little pregnant (in the under-boobs area more than the stomach area).
When I sneeze or cough I can sometimes tell the exact size of my increasing uterus.
I also have been watching the most rubbishy TV shows and blubbering like a baby!

(yes, I mean crap that I wouldn't normally go near, ever!)

Animal Rescue - tears
Battle of the Choirs - tears
Domestic Blitz - tears
Bert Newton's 70th Birthday Bonanza - tears

I have never watched any of these shows before and I *swear* I was just flipping channels looking for something to watch when I, somehow, got emotionally invested and ended up crying like a moron.

These are two of my favourite things right now:

and

I just need to write that down before I forget.

Things I have learnt & things I can't do...

I am enjoying watching "Project Runway Australia" (it's on Foxtel, however I am sourcing mine from torrents). I'm enjoying it enough to have downloaded series 4 of Project Runway from the US also - which was almost 6 gig but it came down in a few days. It's highly entertaining.

In other (baby) related news - here are some things I have learnt thus far:

• Yes it is possible to feel nauseous and hungry at the same time.
• Yes it is possible to want to cry manically and laugh hysterically at the same time.

Well, that about sums up what I have learnt.

My appetite is dead and I can only eat about half as much as I used to. This is very frustrating because, on odd occasion, I am really really hungry and want to eat more than I physically can. And that never ends well. I also have to have half a cup of milk with Milo every morning before I get up. Why? A few mornings I have felt grand and wonderful and then suddenly I'm vomiting bile. AND BILE IS GROSS. Milo is much nicer to vomit than bile.
(luckily the Milo seems to halt the vomiting)

Overall I feel pretty good - just kind of shithouse in a non-identifiable way.
Everyone keeps saying that I should start to feel better soon, and I really think I might have improved in the last week or so. Fingers crossed.

As all baby boomers will be aware - Billy Joel is coming to Melbourne in November. Last night Stef's dad (proud baby boomer) asked us if we would like to go with him.

I'm afraid that being 7.5 months pregnant with twins and sitting in a crappy plastic chair 1km away from a public toilet really is not for me. I do like the odd Billy Joel song but much prefer them in the karaoke, comfy sofa, nearby toilet, non-pregnant kind of setting.

Sorry Billy Joel.