I went to the doctor today. She says my uterus is measuring 39 weeks. That feels about right. In fact, let's compare: For a moment, let's please ignore the white pasty-ness of the previous picture. I need to talk to Bart about checking the settings on our camera before taking a picture. That or invest in a membership to a tanning salon.
There are several things I would like to say about these pictures (other than the fact that the belly size is remarkably similar). First of all, I love the slightly distressed smiles in the first two pictures. It's almost as if the subject is saying, "Yes, I am in labor, can we get this picture over with and get into the hospital so I can get this baby out of me?" Almost...
The last picture smile says, "I'm tired but people keep telling me I need to take belly pictures. Why bother? It's only going to get bigger. In the end, nobody will care what I looked like at 27 weeks. They're only going to want to see what I looked like at the end. It's like climbing half way up the mountain and taking pictures of the scenery. Okay, that's a pretty picture, but I wanted to see the view from the peak."
Finally, in case those pictures don't confirm the fact, being pregnant with twins is considerably different than being pregnant with only one baby. Sigh, at least I only have 11 weeks to go...at worst.
P.S. Since one of my friends reminded me that I haven't posted about the genders yet, we are having two more girls! Woo hoo! I don't have to go out and buy baby clothes...well...I'll have to buy some since apparently the shear quantity we'll be going through will boggle the mind, but at least we have a good start.