Month Six

It's hard to believe that a) this is actually happening and b) it's happening so fast. Six months ago, Mr. A and Mr. B were jokingly referred to as Nick Knack, an imaginary baby that no one believed would actually come into being. Yet here I sit, 30lbs heavier,  gradually becoming completely immobile, incubating two future people made from half my genetics.

I am not immune to vanity and two things are preoccupying  my mirror-mirror. First, my legs are developing a bluish hue which, upon closer inspection, are revealed to be a dense map of spider and vericose veins. I like to think that I'll have this unsightly mess "taken care of" once de-childed. But, if I can't afford the simplest of luxuries now, it's clear I'll never have the dough to zap my legs pretty later on. Second, though I have thankfully avoided getting stretch marks up to this point, they are undoubtedly on the way. Even if they are mild, I can't imagine the disaster that will become my belly once I am no longer pregnant. Spongy, saggy, deflated... you get the picture. Does it ever go back to "normal" after twins? I'm pretty sure this extra skin cannot be zapped with the same ease as spider veins. Shorts and bikinis never again. Oh well.