My appointment today

A short and sweet update about my boys. I am happy to report that they are still doing so well! They are in fact, thriving. Fluid levels look perfectly even, my cervix grew and is now back to its former glory of 4.37cm and in the past 2.5 weeks the Twinks gained a half a pound each and now weigh 1.5lbs a piece. My perinatologist said that they are bucking the trend of twins being small. Of course I beamed with pride.

Let me just say it again...

THREE POUNDS WORTH OF BABIES!

Les Twinks -- MY Twinks are fatties!

This puts them in the 83% for weight at this gestational age and the scale is based on singletons!

That's right.

You heard me.

I've already pulled out the percentile brag sheet and the babes are STILL IN MY WOMB.

And that, my friends, is how we roll here at Maison Piglet. :)

P.S. - Lest you think it's *all* rainbows and sunshine here, I will confide that I'm thinking about switching our final name choices for the boys to Z.ofran and Z.antac. The boys may be thriving but I am unfortunately NOT! Really the only thing that doesn't make me totally nauseous or give me wicked heartburn are sweets - ice cream, pie, pastries and candy. Now watch me get gestational diabetes. Sheesh.

When I close my eyes

...and think of Piglet, this is the version of him I see. Wide-eyed, ruffled hair, full cheeks, pink lips, eyelashes that curl at the edges.

Before he was born, I tried to imagine what he would look like. My chin? Mr. K's nose? Lots of hair? Dimples? Like most parents, I dreamt of having a perfect, beautiful child.

That's right. You heard me. I said I wanted my child to be heavy in the good looks department. It's a baby romance thing. A tiny creature with all the best features from you and your husband. What's there not to love about that fantasy?

And I don't think there is a parent out there who would say they wanted otherwise.

"Yes, sir. That's him! The 'face-only-a-mother-could-love' baby I ordered!"

Of COURSE I wanted him to be healthy above all else.

Of course.

Again, there isn't a parent out there who would say they wanted otherwise.

But let's level here.

We all want cute kids. You may not want to admit it, but it's true!

I know that being an infertile means I'm not entitled to want for anything more than *just* the miracle of a live, breathing baby, but what can I say. We aim high at Maison Piglet.

And I'm so glad we do. Because Piglet really wouldn't be Piglet without those lashes that curl at the edges. Shu Uemura, eat your heart out.