Had another doctor's appointment today and I've progressed 1/2 cm in 2 weeks and am not very far along. So, really nothing going on. No real contractions, just debilitating leg pain a few times a day from Brother punching something in my hips. I finally measured on track instead of small (hoping that doesn't mean he's huge)! I was offered an induction at the end of next week (right around my due date), but I declined - Andrew's mom is coming on my due date at the latest anyway, so an induction for planning purposes doesn't make as much sense, I'm generally not too uncomfortable, and I am not really interested in delivering earlier than he wants to come. The doctor doesn't like anyone going past 41 weeks, so I'd be induced at that point...we'll just wait it out.
I need more time anyway. I've been more than discouraged by the messiness of our house and slowness with which I'm able to get things ready, since the girls are being SO demanding with temper tantrums all the time about anything and everything - it just takes a long time and undivided attention to respond to them appropriately. I've gotten a lot done, but it just doesn't really look like it when I step back and look at things objectively.
Emotions are high all around. We're all like this...
Happy one minute - screaming and going crazy the next (this is Kara), with little situational change...ugh.
On a happy note - the girls can say whatever they want, and have been talking SO much more: being inventive, funny, and narrating what's going on - even talking to each other (usually telling each other what to do or arguing - "no ____" vs. "no ____" in very serious tones). They've started saying some pretty long sentences too, minus articles. They can both (finally!) count up to 5 reliably, and love telling me how many of things are there, or how many they want. Doesn't quite balance out the tempers, but it helps!
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