I just looked down to see a piece of brownie in my pink hair. Haven't dyed my hair in months and months, so the atomic pink has faded to a really shiny strawberry. The brownie looks like cake on icing. This is my excitement. This is this formerly and yet again fat girl on bed rest. I am not feeling bad for myself. I am laughing as I type this.

3 more pounds and I will have gained back all the weight I struggled to lose. And I am ok, most minutes. About once a day, I feel like Jabba the Hut. I have probably gained about 15 pounds in the past month and I know for a fact it is about the bed rest. Luckily as soon as these girls get here, I will never have time to sit down again. There are a few food items that I have been ictching to eat, though. Goobers! I think about them all the time. Sushi! Lamb with cucumber sauce! Trying to keep my salt intake down and being stuck at home has made me think of food again, like the fat girl of the past did. This is of great concern to me. Hopefully, it will go away as soon as I can eat what I like for a few weeks after the birth. Hopefully I won't have to re-teach myself good habits. I know that the exercise will come easily because that has always been an emotional thing for me and I am so emotionally ready for that treadmill!

My tummy is so big that I can't reach Jeff across the great middle that is our giant bed. This makes me dream about him. I dreamt the other night that he asked me to marry him. And that he smelled like a man, whatever that means. These two things were very funny things to dream because we are married and Jeff doesn't really have a smell. It is also funny because it is such a girlie thing to dream. So not me. I wonder if it is the hormones of the tiny girls pumping through me like some feminine crazy drug. Pregnancy has tamed me a lot, but making me dream of marriage proposals is just too far! I want my brain back!

Even though the labor and delivery of my girls is looming over me, I feel like it will never really happen. That perhaps I am stuck in some kind of a loop and I will be this pregnant forever. Some minutes it is very easy, and others I can barely turn in bed or walk. I dreamt the other night that I lost my mucus plug. If you don't know what that is, sorry for having to tell you about it. It is what it sounds like, a plug of blood and mucus that you lose when you get close to giving birth. It is like a cork, if you will. So, I lost my mucus plug in my dream and it looked like a little brain molded out of clear glue. I think as long as it waits a few weeks, I am looking forward to seeing my mucus plug. I want to name him when I see him. I want to greet him as you would a blind date. Hello, I don't know what you will bring, but I hope it is good. I've never had a blind date, so what do I know.

I can't wait to see who my girls look like. I hope they have lots of soft baby monkey hair like Jeff did when he was born. Tomorrow, we have a sonogram for growth. Will let you know how much they weigh tomorrow. We are hoping over 5 pounds each.