I can't leave that last post at the top of my feed for long, lest people think I am ungrateful. Because drat these two girls, every time they try my patience, I can't forget how cute they are. Today I had another ultrasound because they had to check to make sure my placenta previa had cleared up (it did), and shoot. Little black and white arms and legs kicking around on a computer screen are so dratted adorable. Our little Jalopy is about 3 1/2 pounds now, and was determined to make up for the new ills she's been imposing upon me by passing all the doctor's tests with flying colors. The glucose test, iron levels, growth, heart rate, weight gain, etc. Little overachiever. Only ten more weeks until she will be big enough to come out.
And not to leave out the other little munchkin-I came out of my appointment and there she was with grandma, outfitted in a DI princess crown and Cinderella camera and making all the little old grandpas coming out post surgery appointments fawn over her cuteness. Because she is a show off. A cute one, but a show off nonetheless. And we shamelessly encourage her.
Anyway. You can tell I don't like being a mother. If this post is too disgustingly sappy for you, refer to the one below and feel comforted that more posts complaining about small limbs in my ribs are probably forthcoming. To bring us all back down to earth.
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