Oh me oh my (yeah, now that I’m going to be a mother, I say crap like that) where to begin. I cannot believe it has been almost 6 months since I’ve updated this blog. I wonder if anyone will even notice that I’ve posted again. My four readers have probably left me, and I don’t blame them.

So, here is the shortened version of life these past few months. As you know, I found out I was pregnant with twins. I think I went into a state of shock, I really couldn’t do much except the minimal amount of work necessary to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything undone. Other than that, I was fraught with anxiety. I heard about things (thanks to stupid Google) that I’d never heard of before: vanishing twin syndrome, incompetent cervix, discordance, nuchal cords. I mean, the list is never ending. I thought I would feel less anxious after 12 weeks – ha! Fat chance. Things were progressing nicely, alhough my 5ft tall frame was not happy with the excess weight being put on it so I had to severely limit my activity at around 17 weeks. That worked out great until about 21 weeks when I stared contracting (hmm, what does a contraction feel like? they all tell you you’ll know when you feel it, but um, sometimes you don’t know and you take Gas X cause you think that’s what it is)

Anyway, I have been on bedrest for the past 7 weeks and have not been at work at all. I am not yet in preterm labor, and the dr. wants to avoid that so I lie here in bed all the time.

What do I do? Who knows. Netflix is great and I’m on season 3 of the sopranos. I try to do work but I get contractions and get distracted. I write 2 or 3 thank you notes a day to folks who gave gifts at my showers. I have visitors once or twice a week. I look forward to my shower since that is the longest I am upright in a day.

Mind you, I’m not complaining, not right this minute anyway. But you know how the bar exam is hard and cumulative finals are hard and like, general life is hard? Well, being afraid of losing babies is hard. Being in bed counting contractions is hard. In fact, I have never in my life done anything harder than this. After this, I don’t know that there is anything I can’t do. Seriously. Honestly. This is a true test of what one is made of. Turns out, I’m not as wussy as I thought I was!

The other thing that happens is your priorities start to shift. While work is incredibly important, it has now been resigned to the third row seat. I don’t know how or when that happened, but it did. The only thing that matters to me now is getting these babies here safely.

In other news- we have not found out the genders and will wait until they are born. In still further news, um, yeah, there isn’t any. See, I told you this blog was about to get lame!