Our Little Litter

I haven't written recently.  It has been a busy few weeks.  I started my new internship and feel that it is a great fit for me right now.  I will be running group sessions including an art therapy group on Fridays!  They are also planning to have me rip through as many intakes as possible.  There is a waiting list of folks who need services.  Mental health intake sessions for people with substance abuse and mental illness is a very in depth process including diagnosis and filling out all of the Medical forms such that the site can charge the state for services.  I am excited to get all of that experience.   Evan did great in his Half Marathon coming in right around 2 hours.  He isn't satisfied with his time though and is thinking about running the Giants half marathon later this year.  If that is the case, next time I'm cheering him on, I'll have two babies in tow! Evan and I celebrated Easter today.  We went to service this morning at a church that is across the st

The point has come where strangers feel invited to touch my belly.  I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, but it is odd to have completely random people touch my body.  Especially when they linger there for a little bit, it's awkward.  Yesterday I stopped by the Dress Barn to try on a few dresses for our upcoming baby shower in San Diego.  As it turns out they don't carry maternity dresses (which seems dumb for a store that only carries dresses) I figured I'd still try a few on just in case any were stretchy enough to change with my body.  The store clerk asked me  how far along I was, I told her four and a half months, then she tilted her head to the side, put one hand on my shoulder and the other on my belly and continued a conversation with me.  It was uncomfortable and felt like she was holding me hostage.  Finally she stepped back and let me look around.  I found one really beautiful dress that fit me perfectly now, but I imagine in 3 weeks it will probably lo

This morning Evan and I were up bright and early (and tired because of the time change) for our week 17 doctor appointment.  We went into the room together and the nurse said "ok Breanne, hop on the scale." so I did and jokingly told Evan to turn away.  I've avoided telling him my weight this whole time, as it's not one of my favorite numbers.  So the nurse walks over to her computer on the other side of the room from the scale, turns to me and says "Well, what does it say?"  I'm sorry, what?  You want me to vocally tell you my weight in front of my boyfriend?  This is humiliating and I wanted to preface the number by saying, "We're all adults here, please no laughing and let's keep in mind that I'm growing two human beings inside of me ok?"  Let's not focus on the fact that each baby at this point weighs less than 6 ounces for a grand total of less than 1 pound of human growing in there... that's beside the point.  So anywa

Evan and I just got back from a nice long walk.  We live about a mile from the beach, so we walked down and back before dinner.  I can't believe that about 7 or 8 months ago I was training to run a half marathon, and now a two mile walk FEELS like a half marathon! We're half way through week 17, and almost half way through a 40 week pregnancy!  By now the babies have learned to swallow, suck and blink.  They might even get the hiccups!  They are getting better with their arm and leg movements, which I can vouch for because every now and again I feel them move around in there.  Right now it feels like muscle twitches deep inside my belly, or like butterflies in my stomach, but I'm pretty sure it's those little ones shifting and moving to fight for space. Tomorrow morning Evan and I have a Dr. Appointment.  We will get blood test results back from the 17 viles they took a while back.  I'm not sure what else they do at this appointment, but I will report back once