Poster Mommy . . .

That's what I was called at the clinic today! Talk about pressure . . .

The clinic requires that all pregnant women meet with the social worker at least three times during a pregnancy . . . she asks questions about drugs and alcohol and if your getting along with your husband and if you've made plans for when the baby comes and . . . well, it's a long list of stuff she goes through. But she skipped most of it with me today because I had the babies with me and they just charmed the pants right off of everyone there! And instead of asking questions about preparations for the new baby, she focused a lot on how I handle the twins. She wasn't taking notes, so I guess these questions were really for her own curiosity and not for her paperwork! After we went through everything, she told me she was impressed by how down to earth and unstressed I am about everything. . . What am I going to stress over? They're kids . . . and they're going to grow up no matter what I do . . . I'm just along for the ride, and hopefully I can guide them towards becoming reasonable and confident adults.

She was wishing all the moms there were like that. Most of them stress out about every little thing that happens. They get upset because their child is making noise, I smile and make noise back . . . they get nervous when their baby cries . . . I figure they're babies . . . that's what they're supposed to do . . .

Anyway . .. everything went well at clinic. . . I'm having another blood test soon and another ultrasound next week. I was told I was gaining weight a little too fast . . . so I guess I should actually pay attention to what I eat now . . . But I'm not worried. Even if I do wind up with a few extra pounds after all of this, I don't think it will be too difficult to lose it again when we are all done.