I think it is pretty official. I can't possibly get any larger. Heath and I were examining last night and I'm huge. My stomach is hard and I can't imagine there being any room in there at all--and I really can't imagine it getting any bigger. I noticed last night something very worrisome (to nobody but me, I am sure), and I'm going to ask the doc about it. Heath isn't fussed by it, but it has me creeped out.
My period of wakefulness came late this morning, so when I woke up at 4:30, I stayed lying down for half an hour then just got up and did some laundry. Unfortunately, my being up told Fresca it was okay for him to be up. Last night, Heath moved Sally to a different cage because Fresca is pulling her feathers out again. After the move, Fresca kept screaming for Sally. As soon as he woke up this morning, he started singing and yelling for her again. I think he is trying to woo her back, but it isn't going to work. If he really wants to be with her, he should quit picking on her. Even more unfortunately, Fresca singing told Kalyn and Keali it was okay for them to be up. The girls woke up at 6 and just wanted to play. I couldn't make them go back to sleep so I tried my best to keep them quiet so Heath could stay asleep.
So now it is 9:03 am and I am utterly exhausted again. My own fault, but I just don't know how to sleep anymore. When Heath came to bed after 11 last night, I woke up and couldn't get comfortable again. I ended up sleeping on the couch the rest of the night. For some reason my hips don't hurt as much on the couch.
I whine and whine and whine. Then I think about how in only a few weeks, it will be over and I'll get to hold two little babies. I get tired thinking about it, but it will be so rewarding to hold and love on them. It will also be rewarding to get to walk normally again!