So it has finally dawned on me that our tiny 1 bedroom apartment in DC is not going to be big enough for two babies AND Jeff and I. I think I had been kidding myself when people asked me about this. I would say, "oh, we will be ok for a year or so." Now my thinking is that we will be ok for 3 months or so and that it will be extremely cramped with all of the baby stuff that I am sure we will "need?".

So... the idea of moving is now in my head. And my nesting urges are taking over and I am feeling completely crazy about making sure we are ready for these babies. And if you saw our apartment, you would know that we are nowhere near ready.

Nearing the 6th month of pregnancy, my reading and worries have switched from the actual pregnancy to what happens when the babies get here. Breastfeeding being one of the biggests topics and of course the whole having enough room thing. As if she were reading my mind today, my street grandma, Lydia, asked if we had a place to live. This 73 year old panhandling woman is worried about my living situation. It is touching and yet, strange.

Last night, Jeff read a passage from a book outloud to me and the girls starting kicking away. We weren't sure if they were reacting to his voice, but just in case, he started reading to them. He is reading "The Golden Compass" by Philip Pullman to them. All through the first chapter, they kicked and kicked to his voice. I do hope it was in reaction to his voice and not something that I ate. :)

I have started to think about seeing them interact with one another... with one child, parents just think about the relationship they will have with the baby. But, I have started to think about how wonderful it will be to hear one girl call the other by her name or see them playing together. I don't know why, but I really can't wait for those moments.