For the last week or so I've been hungry nearly all the time. The past few days I've also been needing a lot more sleep. And today I had my first incident of prolonged and pronounced 'morning' sickness, brought on by a 90 minute commute home after a day that was busy enough that I hadn't had time to eat anything since lunch. Symptoms are good. We like symptoms, they mean the pregnancy is not yet doomed. I would actually feel more reassured if I were throwing up like a bulimic and an all-you-can-eat buffet, but you have to work with what you've got.
I hope they're both OK in there. I probably sound a bit morbid, and maybe some people might get the mistaken impression that I don't want both. I do want both of them, though. I want them very badly. I just feel sometimes like actually expecting to get two babies out of this is a bit greedy. I feel as if expecting things to go well is bad luck, and I gotten a tad superstitious about this sort of thing over the past three and a half years. And so I do hope for the best case scenario, two healthy babies in June, but I certainly don't count on it.