We live life in 3 hour intervals. If we are lucky, we get 3 hours. Yesterday, it was more like 1.5 or 2 because the babies were snackers rather than eaters. It makes you realize just how long things really take when you only have 2 or 3 hours to get things done. I'm not complaining, just noticing.

Jeff and I are offically on our own this week, as his mom's two weeks here are over. Some minutes I think this is much easier than I thought it would be. And then other times, I feel like I can't believe how hard this is. Everyone says this first month is going to be the hardest. I keep thinking that can't be. I mean, now, we feed and change and sleep and cuddle. In a few months, we will do those things, PLUS the girls will need to be entertained. There will be a bigger range of things that the girls will need to be learning, everyday, every hour. I know it will be fine, but I can't imagine that this will get easier the older they get.

Now that Jeff and I are on our own, the night feedings are less baby centered. We feed babies while watching DVDs of funny TV shows. Last night, we were watching the Chappelle Show and I was surprised to look down and see that I was feeding a baby. While the girls wake to eat every 3 hours at night, they generally sleep through said eating and DVDs of TV shows makes being up at 3 am seem easier.

We can tell the girls apart now. It didn't take too long. In fact, it is so easy to tell them apart that we are wondering if they are even idenitical. Rachel has way more hair than her sister, and it is wavy and thick. Her nose is also a tad bit different and her face is fuller. Anya is more elfin, with a smaller head and more delicate features. Rachel's thicker hair likes to come to a point after a bath, which makes her look a bit like Elvis. Rachel is so far the only of my daughters to have a nickname that has stuck. A few days ago, I went into the nursery to find that Rachel had milk dried on her face from a sleepy middle of the night feeding. Hence, Milk Face. We have been calling her Milk Face for days now and I can't look at her without thinking it. We are now saying things like, "Milk Face and her sister..." Funny.

This morning, I weighed 255. 50 pounds less than the day I gave birth. This is not from anything I am doing. I have been eating lots of peanut M&Ms in the middle of the night and Cherry Coke has replaced water. So, it must be the water weight dropping and the breast pumping. 30 more pounds and I will be pre-pregnancy weight. I have to say that I love my post-partum body. I am a huge fan of watching bodies change and these changes are so fast and fun to see. I have watched my wrist bones and neck bones re-emerge over the course of just a few days. But my favorite body part right now is my tummy. I have the cutest little pot belly (top tummy) with these huge red stretch marks. It looks like I fought in a war. I love my red marks, they remind me of how hard I worked, of my little war. The bottom tummy is another story that I won't even go into right now. But I love my little tummy with her red stretch marks.

Today is the day my girls were supposed to be born. Three days from now, I will turn 32. I marvel at how grown up we all are already.