Breathless At 27 Weeks

I * am * out * of * breath - like all the time! I'm not kidding. A walk from the living room (once I roll myself up and off the couch that is) to the kitchen can leave me breathless. Not all the time, just randomly. Now, a walk up the stairs for say... Hugo's nap time or to get my slippers or to heaven forbid clean, leaves me breathless, and panting. Drinking a glass of water can leave me breathless. Singing a song can leave me breathless. Reading a storybook aloud can leave me breathless. A walk to our mailbox and back is the extent of my distance walking abilities. Our driveway dips downward on the trip to the mailbox leaving me to carefully watch and calculate my steps. The return trip home is a steady uphill climb where I end up breathing heavily with my mouth wide open and my eyeballs popping in search of a place to plop down my weary tush. It's amazing I haven't swallowed any flies or squitos yet.

Hugo had his second day of preschool today and was happy as a clam again. He stamped colored dots onto a giant cut out of a frog and placed googly eyes where they belong. Half way home in the van he informed me that he wanted to go home. I said - No problem! We ate lunch together and he could hardly keep his eyes open. He wouldn't walk upstairs though. He wanted to watch TV. Nope, was my answer. He stuck himself to the floor and was impossible for me to budge. I tried all my tricks, even the counting thing, you know 1... 2... 3! You're in trouble Mister! - nothing worked. I think he knew there was no way that I'd be bending down anytime soon to make him do much of anything. Eventually, he asked for me to carry him. What!? Okay, we'd try. You see, I miss carrying him. I miss that little bit of snuggle time with Hugo. I can barely fit him on my lap to dress him these days. When he stands in front of me I bonk him with the belly by accident, that just leads to trouble. He doesn't view the bulge of my stomach as belonging to me. He already knows that little sisters, which he has been designed to torment, reside inside. My tummy is no longer mine, but I will have it back I try to remind myself. I instructed Hugo to stand up on the couch so I wouldn't have to bend. He wrapped his little arms around my neck as I scooped up his body, shifting his legs to the left side of my baby bulge. I made it up the steps. I was proud of myself. Then I realized that I had stripped his bed earlier this morning and neglected putting clean sheets back on. Bummer...

This strange photo is from my ultrasound this past Tuesday. It's a view of the tops the twins heads. I'm not sure how it was taken because the girls are still forming a "T" in my belly but there you have it. Hugo loves looking at these photos.