It’s been 2 weeks and 3 days since the little rosebuds arrived.
To say that I’m a little sleep-deprived would be an absurd understatement. Feeding the girls every 3 hours is really starting to take its toll. Mike and I are starting to resemble extras from The Walking Dead. It’s not pretty.
For two little people who weigh just under 10 pounds combined, our girls sure can eat. And fuss. And grunt. And poop. It’s like having 2 of those Tamagotchi things, only it’s a much bigger deal if we forget to feed them. Oh, and we can’t really throw them in a drawer when we get sick of them. (Though they would fit quite nicely… Kidding, kidding…)
I think Mike is having the hardest time adjusting to our new (lack of) sleep schedule. Almost every night since we’ve brought them home, he’s woken up in the wee hours of the morning, thinking one of the girls were in his pillow. Yep, in his pillow. He picks it up, gently cradles it in his arms, straightens the pillowcase… Of course I thought this was hilarious the first couple times he did it, but now that it’s been going on nightly for almost 2 weeks, I’m really starting to worry about him. Each time he does it, I try to tell him that the babies are in their bassinets and he insists that he moved them onto the bed. After a few minutes he realizes what’s going on and gets upset with himself. Is this normal?? Either way, I reeeeally hope it stops soon. Demanding babies + hallucinating husband = super freaked out Wendy.
On a more positive note, I’ve almost lost all of my baby weight!
Less than a week after delivery, I weighed 142.5 pounds — down from 172.5 at my heaviest. So I somehow managed to drop 30 pounds in one week! Yay for having twins?! I’m currently at 138, 3 pounds more than my pre-pregnancy weight of 135. My belly is still jiggly, but to be fair, I had a bit of a “pooch” before the babies anyway.
I think my body fared pretty well, considering everything it went through over the last eight months. I have a few dark stretch marks on my right hip, and a bunch of transparent ones between my bellybutton & my incision. I’m hoping they’ll fade more over time & hopefully be less noticeable if I can tone up my belly some.
Another unfortunate, unexpected result of pregnancy is that my butt seems to have disappeared. I’ve always had ample booty (for a white girl), but now it’s more on the flatter side. I’m kind of sad, but I guess it’s not such a bad thing. Now that my boobies are back to their old (teeny) size, my down-sized booty is more proportional to the rest of my body. I just hope it doesn’t disappear completely…
Here’s an instagram photo of my belly/booty at 34 weeks, and how I look currently:
Well, look at that — Almost time for another feeding. *yawn* Are they 18 yet?!