its so out of body.

I have arrived, this is by far the longest and most bazaar, not to mention the hardest pregnancy to date. Dazed and confused would describe my day to day passing, I stare in space, knowing I'm passing and bumping into some of my truest friends and find myself, well speechless. It can be compared to the after birth of a child, where you are exhausted and overwhelmed with this new life. And if I am yapping its more of a drowning complaint of when this adventure, as I call it, will soon be over. Each morning I awake more tired than the day before, slip on some God awful attire where comfort over rules beauty every time. Makeup is a mere thing of the past, and oh how I long for the day I crave eye shadows, liners and lip gloss. Maxi's are a must, the most appropriate public display of a nightgown, and flip flops are the only shoe that will wrap around these things that are holding my toes. I gaze upon other preggy's and they are absolutely glowing, with there cutesty maternity wear, there black and whites, and I honestly Thank God that these two little dumplings will be going home soon, aha...I swear I am one crazy cat!

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I found this to be rather appropriate, seeing as we have merged into the fall, and this is a pretty close sculpture of what I'm looking like right now, cute huh?

insainia insomnia.

Sleep is a pastime, a sweet memory, a far cry from the life as I know it. The vicious cycle of dragging all day anticipating evening followed by nite, only to crawl into bed for the nightmare to begin. I swear I counted, in a mere hour, five trips to the bathroom. INSANITY. If that isn't enough ants are let loose under the skin causing the twist, turn, earthquake roll. The poor hub, I stare at him in envy with each gentle sleeping breath. Then the guilt sets in, the thought that my poor hub has to endure this annoyance nite after nite. I am up and down, huffing puffing, sad and just plain miserable. If my nite life is any indication on what is in store for mommy and daddy to be, oh how I pity there souls...strong pats on the back and a smile to get them through the next four to five months of there lives (hopefully, my first didn't start sleeping through the nite until she was FIVE, I got much luckier on my second go around).

At this point cute isn't an option, fancy eye shadows with funky glitter is replaced by Bobbi Brown's eye concealer.

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the not so nesting.

Every preggy goes through the "nesting" stage, and actually it is one aspect of pregnancy that I prefer. Its great, you have energy and your mind is on complete focus mode. However, this pregnancy is becoming a somewhat different episode. My mind for sure is turned on high test, the body however..yeah not so much. My honey-do list could be a mile long, the only problem is drumming up enough energy to explain to the hub what I have in mind. It is becoming quite a frustrating day to day stump. Its a matter of, "hmm, should I organize, scrub, paint... or think up the list as I laze on the couch hoping these things I call ankles and feet go down to somewhat human size"?

My ideas so far...
1. Paint interior door white, trimmed in black (uh, so chic)
2. Finish table cloth (perfection for fall, the only problem..beginning sewer is an understatement)
3. Complete makeover for the guest bathroom ( its embarrassing)
4. Drum up ideas for the office/ storage room/ Pilate's (you know,for when I'm not carrying an extra 1000 lbs)

As I was looking for inspirations for the bathroom redo I stumbled upon this...
and I ask you, "What is this, and Why"?

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So, this is exactly NOT what I want. Look, and think the complete opposite.
If nesting, whats your damage?

the ineviatable change.

I love my girlfriends reference to the time frame of her pregnancy, she is 100 months pregnant (third trimester) and that is exactly how I feel. Nine months is long for anybody, but if you remember, this whole adventure started in Novemeber of last year! I knew almost immediately that I was pregnant, and that it was twins, so yes the time is certainly dragging. I get a little hard on myself for expressing my true feelings because they arent always the prettiest and by no means "chic", but I have to quickly remind myself that this is me, and no one said it would be easy. With time passing the babes are growing at an extremely quick rate, the ankles and feet are swollen to unrecognizable measures, and my anxiety occassionally hits the roof, something to do with the 2 1/2 hour ferry ride it takes me just to leave the Island!

With the last Doctors appointment, the babies are doing good, strong heartbeats, rapidly growing, etc. Me on the other hand I am having a hard time keeping my patience and mood swings under wrap. And for the record, YES I am still pregnant, yes I know my stomach is extremely large, and yes I am over it.

The swollen feet have caused me to reach a milestone that may seem silly to most, but remember this is my life. I have to remove my toe ring. I know, some of you are thinking, "toe ring ?, as in tacky, redneck, Myrtle Beach?" But no, this toe ring symbolizes so much more for me. I have had it on since I was in the eighth grade and it, along with a Roxy watch, was the purchase made from my very first paycheck. I am the first to say that I am spoiled right and my parents have made my life extremely comfortable, but I was proud of the fact that I had gotten a job and knew right then and there independence called my name. The milestone has been hit and I am now venturing another, each day tends to be a slightly different with thoughts and feelings. I know deep down I have made huge strides to give lives to a deserving mommy and daddy to be, and there is a light at the end of this tunnel, hopefully with these awaiting.

Frye, Nordstrom

hold on, oh..here's a pen.

OK, you've got your pen and paper and your ready. Go ahead and right down all the advice, tidbits, quotes, what have you ,that you feel is imperative for me to hear in the next couple of weeks.

Oh yeah, sassy for sure. I mean no harm but I feel like its easy to throw advice and "suggestions" around when its not you. Yes maybe you have been pregnant before, maybe even a surrogate, and I'm just whining, but would it kill you to just let me whine?

I am super excited for the arrival of these babes, I couldn't be more happy for mommy and daddy to be, and I am proud of myself and my family for enduring this adventure, but its hard. I'm not scared to admit that life is challenging. Just thought you should know that, and please keep reading..tomorrow is a new day full of smiles and sunshine.

xoxo
Jessica.

the prick- it pickett.

Clever, I know. ha ha. Well this beast is a pricking machine these days. Due to my high sugar I have been asked to keep a blood log, testing 4 times a day, that's right..FOUR TIMES A DAY. My fingers are sore, and let me just say, poor circulation and swollen limbs does no justice for those of us who have to prick. My log has plenty of gaps, after the fourth prick my patience runs like my blood, thin and sparse! So far so good though, so no real complaints...other than I am missing my occasional Coca-cola, what do they put in that to make it soo desirable? And the little strips for the blood meter, shew $$$$. The Diabetic Counselor probably wouldn't be as proud of me as I am but hey, I am know a Pickett but once a Gray and we pride ourselves on fat little babes. Nothing like a baby that feels like freshly kneaded piebread, and sag worthy cheeks, mm. Love it. Snuggle and nuzzle the neck of a babe, nothing like it in the world.

Even the celebs cant resist...clearly perfection.

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Oh, and FYI. Sara Jessica Parker and her hub, Matty..yeah they used a surrogate, and got twins as well. Comparative, I think so.

yes, my face is here..clearly my brain is on vacation!

Whew, I have read in numerous places that absent mindedness comes with pregnancy...well I think with these babes I'm getting twice the dose of brain vacay. It is comical how crazy I am right now, ask me questions, or tell me something.. but if you want it to be remembered, yeah I would write it down and maybe just hand it to me. I pity the hub and Avon Seafood because this gal is swinging slam off her rocker.

Moving on,yesterday I was taught how to live as a gestational diabetic, uhh. Plastic fake food filled the desk and every open space available in the office, I was warped, wondering if maybe I was suppose to bring Esta Marie. When it was all said and done, I had a chart of "appropriate" foods and a little black bag full of prickers, nice.

The ultrasound determined that the babes are growing rapidly weighing, both, around 3 lbs and healthy. At this rate I certainly feel they will be making an early arrival, no complaints here! My weight is rapidly increasing but what should a girl do?

Tying up loose ends, the hub and I have around 16 weeks until are well anticipated trip, the girls have both started school (yip yip) and teal is in for the fall season!!!I thought if it would have been purple or "eggplant" one more fall season I would scream. But oh no, I LOVE TEAL!

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its been so long.

I know, I know! It has been way too long. I apologize. Life after a hurricane is overwhelming and so is carrying twins. I hate to be burdened with a long face but some days are becoming very tough. I need this rug as I walk into my living room...

Anthropologie you always steal my heart!