So, last night Aaron and I were playing with Hulk - Aaron was holding him up in the air and he was smiling really big. I looked up and what do I see? 2 more teeth! One is already through. I feel like such a bad mom that I didn't notice sooner - but relieved that the whiny buttness of my son has a reason. When he woke up this morning, I gave him Motrin and we had a large decrease in crying.
So - now that I look like I should be ready to give birth any day, I have been having this exact conversation at least once a day. Note that I have to have Hulk with me for it to go this way:
Random Person: "Is that your son?"
RP: "How old is he?"
Me: "Almost ten months"
RP: Staring at my belly "Are you pregnant?"
RP: "When are you due"
Me " December 2" (did I mention to you all - we scheduled the c-section for Dec 2nd. I'll be 38w2d)
RP: "Is it twins?"
Me: "Yes! Twin girls"
Then they usually just kind of shake their head, or comment that 'my hands will be full' or say "Oh my god'! One of the best things about going to that Mother's of Multiples tag sale was that I didn't feel like a freak of nature! I was with 'my people'. If Hulk isn't with me, it's more of 'normal' conversation - with people excited for me that I'm having twins.
Thanks for all the nice comments on the nursery. I'm really excited to have a plan - I'm very hopeful that we'll make progress this weekend.