My Twin Pregnancy Diary – 18 Weeks

Hello Meatballs!

What a week you’ve had. It would seem that this was the week that the babies began to stretch out a little bit. Which seems a little selfish of them as not only are they not considering each other but not considering how this ‘yoga in the tummy’ makes me feel!!!

DUDES, enough already!!!!

I’m only kidding I’m really pleased that they are growing but on Saturday the ‘tuggy’ pains I feel from time to time lasted ALL DAY! I sat there on my mum’s sofa at a family event rubbing my tummy in the hope that this would help and making regular requests for another chocolate covered strawberry from anyone who passed by.

I’m not super big yet but I need a little shove from behind to get me off the sofa now and turning over in bed always wakes me up. This makes me feel for Robert the Husband as when I wake up he often wakes up. We were awake at three twenty a.m. on Saturday night and I truly thought that I would not be going back to sleep. So I kept chatting to Robert about all things under the sun and we had one of those conversations that can only ever take place when you’re both awake in the middle of the night. Then I promptly fell back to sleep until eight a.m. and found that Robert had stayed awake for the rest of the night. I’m so sorry, honey. I’ll not prod you again until you wake up when I feel like a midnight chat.

Would you like to meet my new best friend?

This, friends, is my saviour in a bottle.

Something that has increased one million fold since becoming pregnant is my ability to burp. Not nice for those around me but also not something that I appear to be able to do anything about. Recently these little burps have felt like nothing else but pure acid making its way up and out of my chest. I combat this with a glug of the good stuff before eating anything. I feel like an obese cop from a seventies police drama set in NYC. All grainy and dirty before New York became the city it is today. Wearing a brown suit and carrying a hip flask full of whiskey.

Yep, that’s me. I am that cop when swigging from the Gaviscon. Not when working on my brand new quilt project. Then I’m peaceful quilt lady (see first picture). It’s safe to say I prefer the latter persona but am at the mercy of The Meatballs and if the truth be told I don’t mind really…………………….THAT WAS A LIE, IT’S AWFUL!!!!