Look Spaghetti Arms...

OK, yes the above title is a reference to the movie Dirty Dancing...I am sure most of you women got the reference. Anyway, the quote goes like this... "Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine." I have a feeling a very similar conversation is going on inside my belly. I am pretty sure there is a tug-o-war over space going on in their little world. Usually I feel one kick and then the other....like hey you, stop it! It is the craziest feeling. They are either fighting over space or already practicing to be kick boxers.

And the growing continues...even my fabulous stretchy pants are becoming a little snug. Nothing is worse than needing to go up a size in elastic pants, but it may be inevitable. When you have to go up a size in stretchy pants something else also gets worse...snoring! Apparently I can suck the paint off of walls these days from the extra weight I am carrying around. I usually wake up one night a week with Kane in the guest bedroom...poor guy. He did buy ear plugs, but even those didn't work. Sometimes I even manage to run Luke off too...it's bad when the dog leaves due to your snoring! I just keep telling myself that all of these strange happenings are for a very good cause.

We went to the doctor for another ultrasound on January 26th and learned that she weighs 1lb 5oz and he weighs 1lb 3oz. They are both ahead of schedule by 2-5 days, so that is good news. They seem to be right on track and apparently little piggies too. I am going to my regular OBGYN on February 12th for what I like to call the weigh in. Usually for my regular visits I get weighed in by an unhappy nurse...if you are weighing in women all day that way more than you wouldn't you be in a good mood...nope not her. At least I love my doctor. We typically just chat about any new symptoms I may have and what I can and can't do...the can't do list is much longer than the can do...oh well.

I would have posted the latest ultrasound pics, but the babies are getting so big that it is harder to make out images on the pictures they print for us. But I do assure you that Kane made them double check the sexes and we are happy to report there is definitely no mistake...still one boy and one girl! Let's just say Kane is already proud of his boy...lol! The picture I attached is of me and the beach ball I am smuggling at 23 weeks. Hope to see you guys soon.