Oh my! 29 weeks already. I thought it was Monday and that I would be 29 weeks tomorrow. But here I am. 29 weeks. Weighed myself this morning, I have gained 48 pounds. Whoohoo! ;)

On Friday, we saw the girls again via sonogram. Both are growing very well, and are about the same weight. They are nearly 3 pounds each now. Rachel was head down, with her head right on my cervix. And Anya was across my tummy where she has always been. She must feel safe there. We saw Anya touching her nose (just like last time) and moving her arms around. And once again, Rachel was seen kicking up at her sister. One new thing this time around was that Anya's legs and arms are much longer than Rachel's. Not that Rachel's are small, just that Anya's are long. I am wondering if this is because Anya has more room to grow her long legs and arms, while Rachel doesn't, hence her kicking. Who knows. Perhaps the next time we go in there, they will be equal. Anya's legs and arms were measuring 31 weeks instead of 28, but it was enough for the sonogram tech to mention it.

We spent the whole weekend getting the apartment ready for the tiny girls. This included cleaning and getting rid of lots of crap. Doing all the laundry, including washing loads and loads of used baby clothes that I have been buying. We also moved almost every piece of furniture in the place to make room for the co-sleeper in the bedroom, bassinet and swings in the living room, etc. I feel so bad for Archie, though, because we moved the bed away from the window. Hopefully when we get a rocking chair, we will put it by the window and Archie will be able to sit at the window again. And of course it wasn't long before we found Archie in the co-sleeper itself. Poor guy. I hope we aren't ruining his life. If anything, he should be happy that I will be home with him all day for 3 months.

I kept getting really anxious all weekend about getting this all done. I wonder what chemicals work together to make this need to "nest" happen. While it seems good that I feel this way, I really hate the worrying that things won't be ready. It is weird, I started to feel tired and bloated and sleepy on Sunday when it looked like we might not be done over the weekend. But as soon as the co-sleeper was put together, I felt totally fine. All of the stress went away. Of course, we still need lots of things, like a changing table to store supplies (plus all the supplies), bouncy seats, and a glider/rocking chair and lots and lots of diapers, but I feel like I could bring babies home right now and the apartment would be ready. I mean, Jeff and I wouldn't be ready, but that is another story. :)