Betty and Bob are still in residence in my ever-wearier body. And they're either having a cracking time in there, or anxious to get out, if the bouncing and wriggling is anything to go by. I mentioned their movement last time; now it's even stronger. My regular chair is one of those sprung plywood framed jobs. It moves around with every body shift. Now I can be sitting perfectly still and the squealers' movements will actually set the chair bouncing about noticably. It's quite remarkable.
Once we've finished moving house (more on that later) I'll post a picture of said belly. It's really very impressive. When I see myself in the mirror I find it hard to believe that my body has done what it has. I've put on 30kg during this pregnancy, which takes me up to 98kg, 2kg more than my 6'8" partner. It's a lot for a 5'7" frame to take. No wonder my joints are starting to complain.
Having said all that, things are still going swimmingly, really. I'm tired and riddled with aches but healthy and happy, and as a friend pointed out recently, at least while they're still in there they're quiet and need no attention. Make no mistake, I'm grateful for every day's reprieve I get on that count.
So, the house move. As of Saturday I'll be a resident of The Gap, tucked in the foothills of Mt Coot-tha and Mt Nebo. (Or is that Mt Glorious? I always get them confused.) I've always been a south-sider, so it's a bit of a novelty being so far from the familiar. The house itself... well, it's like your Nana's house, which is good and bad. It does suit our decor, that's for sure. It even comes with a concrete flamingo in the back yard, which will be getting a coat of pink paint very shortly. With southerners swarming in to south-east Queensland like mice into a silo, housing is at a premium right now, so I'm incredibly grateful to have found it at all. We've been searching on and off for months now, and it was starting to seem like a race between finding a place and the babies arriving. Urgh, it's been a stress I could do without. So once we've finished moving in this weekend, and we've unpacked at least all the essential boxes, Betty and Bob can come at their leisure. And at that point we'll be significantly happier.
They're officially due on 3 May, which I find mysterious. That's 40 weeks, but twins are considered full term at 38. Despite this the medicos are clinging to the May date, but always with the twins-come-earlier caveat. So mid-April seems to be the best guess. I'll keep you posted.
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On a slightly different note, a few weeks ago when Lofty and I were out at Mitchelton to look at a potential house, we were checking out the facilities nearby. As we approached the corner of the street he pointed out a well-known cake shop with the comment, "The Cheesecock Shape's nice and close". Whoops. Over to you, Uncle Sigmund.
