Mother nature has a way of making you forget what you were like when you were pregnant. But here I am again and I realize that this is exactly what I was like the last time.
You see, my uterus has eaten my brain. Day in and day out I’m consumed with baby stuff.
First, there’s the worry factors–are there really two babies in there? At what point should I start purchasing stuff like I’m having two babies? Twenty weeks? Twenty-four? Have I taken my vitamins today? Have I had enough protein? Am I gaining enough weight? What’s that feeling in my stomach? Is it normal?
There’s also the medical-related thoughts–what size our my babies today? What size will they be next week? Can I find a developmental picture of this week? Next? What about other women pregnant at this same time? Is the size of my stomach normal?
And then there’s the more abstract wonderings–about mini vans, sleeping arrangements, and dressing twins in matching clothes. I’ll cruise websites wondering if you can get the same outfit, but in different colors? And what about activities? What do people DO with regular children? How do you know what activities to put them in? Charlie had therpy–that was his activity.
And so on and so on.
It’s a wonder I get anything done around here.