I feel like I am finally used to being pregnant. The sensitive boobs don't as much hurt as they are just irritating. I am wearing maternity pants and I feel so much better. I have gained 8 pounds and it is ok. The only thing that I can't seem to handle yet is having to go to bed so early. I get tired at around 8, but I try to hold out until at least 9.

We went to the daycare next to Jeff's work this week. We got information and applications (plural). Haha. We also confirmed how much it is going to cost. $2100 a month for both babies. Insane. Of course this information has made us mildly... ok... extremely stressed out. We are trying to look at our options and see what else we can do. I am just really afraid of getting out of the work force. I really don't want to do that. But then I worry that once they are here I won't want to give them up all day. One baby wouldn't have even made me think of all of this stuff, so it is kinda cool. Thinking about my place in the world and such. About what kind of mom I want to be. I think there is positive in both being a stay at home mom AND being a working mom. I don't want my kids to grow up thinking that women don't work... but then again... I don't want to feel like I am abandoning them. We have some other options that involve getting my sister to be their nanny... but it is all very far off. I also want to make sure that we can afford to stay in the city. I don't want to raise my children in the hell that is the suburbs of Washington, DC. I don't want to raise my children around strip malls and cars. I want my kids to be healthy, smart city kids who walk everywhere. I want the National Mall to be our backyard and mueseums to be our fun and sushi to be fast food. I almost feel like having twins is going to make me such a better parent than if there were just one. My whole self is involved in this now. ALL of my choices. ALL of my everything.