Not much to report. We had another ultrasound last Saturday (exactly 10 weeks). Everything looks really good. The twins are both measuring the same at 2.9cm and heartrates are both in the 160's. What's interesting is how active they are! They were both bouncing around in there, rolling and flipping.

The euphoria of finding out everything is still ok has still not subsided. I've had trouble writing because I just haven't been able to maintain that optimistic feeling after previous confirmations of life. Mr. M told me to find a way to book a private ultrasound and we would just keep paying for them every four weeks until I start getting regular ultrasounds at 18 weeks. I did find a place here and I thought the $100 was well worth it.

If that sounds like a strange, incomprehensible paragraph to you, our health care is covered by the government. Wicked, I know, but it also makes it more difficult to be a paranoid infertile. Your doctor has to give you a requisition for a "diagnostic" ultrasound so you have to have a better reason than "I just want one".

Anyway, the ultrasound tech, who is a professional ultrasound technician, not some hack with an ultrasound machine, said everyone in there looked perfect.

I have finally accepted that this is really going to happen and bought a Sn.oogle last night. I feel a little pathetic for needing a pregnancy pillow to support all the residual fluid in my abdomen while I sleep but it will get to fulfill it's destiny in a few more weeks. And, considering I am sleeping about 10 hours a night right now, it's well worth the outlandish price.

In other news, Ms. O and Mr. M are both handling all of this really well. I am so tired all of the time I can barely function. They have both stepped up and made every effort to make sure I don't have to do anything except sleep, eat and dress myself. They have also done so in such a gracious fashion that I don't even feel (too) guilty about it. I do have to pull my socks up now because Mr. M is off for his annual boys trip and won't be back until Monday. I hope we don't starve.

At work, it's interesting. I'm not really a chatty, friendly co-worker. Not that I'm a b*tch, but when I'm here I have work to do. I hate to waste work hours on anything not work-related. Unfortunately this attitude at the office has a tendency to make people uncomfortable around me. I know there is speculation due to the size of my stomach, but no one has come right out and asked. My boss knows, but he would never say anything until I did. I'm not into some big announcement where everyone squeals and starts asking personal questions. Maybe I should mention my pending maternity leave when an opportune conversation comes up, preferably with one of the more gossipy people around here. I think it would freak people out if I just started striking up casual conversation in the kitchen, especially to talk about my gestational state.

Anyway, lunch break over, back to work.