My mom has been a champion at washing and organizing all the baby clothes and toys we've received over the past two months, and I've been in awe of everyone's support, generosity and willingness to help! Our quadlets are going to be very appreciative kiddos. ;)
Today's mundane routine—which is sleeping, working from my laptop in the recliner and drinking gallons of water, if you must know—was pleasantly broken up by a good friend's visit. Which also involved a hamburger and fries. And a baby gift. And lots of well-enjoyed conversation with another human being. I had a great time getting to hang out with someone and was so touched she thought to drive all the way out to my place and see me! C's also got a great blog, which you can read here.
Things are trucking along smoothly at home, other than the occasional spaz-out I want to have over being inside/seated/reclined/laid out so much and not able to do the 456,834,012 other things I feel like I could be doing. But then I know I can't, because I have four babies and myself to take care of and it will all be worth it in the end.
There was, however, a monumental occurrence just moments ago: I felt my first baby kick. Or fist bump. I've felt them squirming a little bit before but nothing that you could really feel on the "other side" when placing your hand on my stomach. But right underneath my belly button something jabbed and actually moved my hand a bit. Whoa nelly, what happens when they all four decide to party rock at the same time? Not a lot of room for antics!
Just looking at these photos reminds me of that and how fast I'm growing. Jeez, my stomach is getting big. I'm one day shy of 19 weeks. I also just ordered bigger shirts. (Target's maternity pocket tees rock my world.)
Here's lookin' at ya kids.