You would think that being home on bedrest would make me write more. Frankly, I have not enjoyed working (like for work) via laptop in bed these past few weeks, so I avoid the laptop on off-hours. I never knew that I would yearn to sit at a desk and type.

It is 7:45 on Sunday night and Jeff is cleaning the living room because the building manager is bringing someone by tomorrow to look at our apartment. Yep, you heard me correctly. I have had a busy busy week for a very pregnant girl. Last week, I noticed our neighbor across the hall move out. Then later in the week, the exterminator knocked on the door and by the time I got there to tell him "no, thank you exterminator!" he was already across the hall with the door to the empty apartment open. I peaked in and oh my! That apartment was huge and empty and pretty and and and.

So by Thursday last week, I had it all settled and in less than a week, we will be completing the move across the hall. The apartment is still only a one bedroom, but it is a one bedroom with a huge solarium. A big round room of windows that looks out over the park and it is a perfect nursery for my tiny girls. Sure, the kitchen is off of it and you might call it a dining room if you thought such things existed. But I am not the type of girl who has ever had a dining room, so we will not speak of such things. The rest of the apartment is also bigger, too.

Now, all this wonderfulness must be costing us a fortune in this crazy city. Of course it is, but when I asked the building manager for the price, he told me a number that I wasn't too keen to hear. There I was, all super pregnant, carrying 9 or 10 pounds of babies and without missing a beat, I told him what I wanted to pay. I just did it. In this housing market, a month before Washington, D.C., will be teaming with a whole freshman class of college students from Idaho or where ever, whose parents would love to set them up in such a lovely place and pay full price, I haggled. These past few months, Jeff has remarked on my amazing negotiating skills. I used them to get our new car for 2k less than the sticker price, I use them every day with Jeff and there I was using them to get an apartment for what I wanted to pay for it.

And what an easy move this will be! We aren't even packing. Jeff has been carting things over in our grocery cart all day and next weekend our parents and some friends will be coming over to help. By next sunday, we will be completely moved and our tiny girls will have a nursery. And like a dining room, I never thought I would be the type of person to have a nursery. I always thought I'd be plopping my babies down in the living room or in bed with us. While this only solves our housing woes for the next year, it is a huge relief. And I must say, it is also the most extreme nesting of all time.

Last week's doctor's appointments went great because my doctor was on vacation and I saw another one. I saw another doctor who didn't bat an eye at my 5 pound weight gain in one week. I am sure this upcoming week will not be the same, but I felt like I was on vacation, too. This other doctor actually asked me if I had questions. Amazing. I finally asked the when question and who questions. Answer to the when is 38 weeks. Since I have twins, they would likely let me go 38 weeks before inducing or doing a c-section. But since my girls are head down, it would be inducing. That means that yes, I will likely have babies in 3 weeks if not sooner. Jeff thinks I will go all the way to 38 weeks. We will see. The answer to the who question was that any of 6 doctors could deliver if I deliver vaginally. A c-section would be done by my doctor. Whoohoo! Just what I wanted to hear. I will be so happy if I don't have that man barking at me when I am trying to push out two babies.

I just looked down and didn't recognize my own legs. They are so huge and meaty. Not swelling, just fat! I have now gained 60 pounds while pregnant. Not too bad, I suppose, but, boy, do I feel it. I go to the bathroom to pee and examine my face. My nose is wider than before, which I have noticed a lot during this whole pregnancy. But I see a new thing now. My lips seem so full and pink. They are almost as pink as my hair. I remember when I was about 14, I always thought I had the thinnest lips. I wonder if I was right or just overly sensitve to my appearance then. Because today, I am all pucker-y. I wonder if it is the hormones of the two girls inside of me.

Jeff and I both had vivid dreams of the girls the other night. In both of our dreams, one girl had a very specific personality and the other another. We both dreamed that Anya was outgoing and talky while Rachel was more quiet and calm. I hope that we don't push these things on them, but it is weird that we dreamed that the same night.

I realize that I haven't listened to my ipod in a month, so I turn her own and listen to the Mountain Goats and Heavenly. And as usual, the music reminds me of the old me. And I wonder if the old me will be back when this is all over or if the new me will somehow re-absorb her into this new person. I can't wait to see.