18 weeks

It's hard to believe I have summitted the half-way mark in this pregnancy. I just stopped feeling horrible all the time, my bump has only been getting attention from strangers for a couple of weeks, how can I been on the downward slope already? It reminds me of one of my friends who had her second son at 30 weeks lamenting "I was barely pregnant." At least in my situation, I know the numbers going in and have some time to prepare for our three little premies. And nesting I am. We have a call in to a contractor to have a few long-standing items on our wish list taken care of. Upgrading our basement bathroom to accomodate my MIL when she comes for an extended stay to help with the babies, stuff like that. Nothing that absolutely has to happen, but things that will make life more comfortable with a house full of people.

Overall, I've been feeling great. Lots of energy, good appetite and the desire to plan meals and cook again. Still some lingering nausea (Saturday was bad) but I'm definitely having more good days than bad. There was an incident last night involving too much tofu eggplant stir-fry (the stuff is crack to me) that I am still paying for, but I can't blame pregnancy for that one. I went to yoga last week for the first time in many moons and it was hilarious. So much harder to negotiate poses with an unyielding baby bump, I must have looked ridiculous. Regardless, it felt so good to stretch that I'm heading back this week for more.

I've submitted to maternity pants even though they don't quite stay up yet because my regular pants are just too uncomfortable. Underwear was a challenge until I discovered the GAP hipsters and they are just right. It was horrifying to discover how many truly ugly and ill-fitting maternity undies are out there, and how much they cost. And I'm not even talking about the maternity thongs which, in my opinion, are just plain ridiculous.

Tomorrow is our first fetal survey; the ultrasound where they will take a look at all the organs and see how our little babes are developing. I say first fetal survey because, at my monitoring appointment last week, the ultrasound technician was of the opinion that the babies would still be too small to see everything this week. Fingers crossed that we'll at least learn the sexes; the suspense is killing me. Plus, people are offering us all sorts of baby items and I don't want to accept a bag full of pink frilly clothes if we are having all boys. I don't have any sort of feeling about who is hanging out in there, but I was at a "Ladies Night Out" event last week and had a tarot reading in which the psychic told me I was having two boys and a girl. We shall see (and soon, I hope).