What Six Months Can Do

You know, every once in a while you have to take a peek at where you've been in order to get a grasp of where you're going.

This is me when I found out I was having twins in 2006. I swear, I have never been that happy in my life. This is made better when you know that in this picture I've been throwing up multiple times a day for over a month.

But, as I told my family and friends in an email later that day, I was not a slacker: I was an overachiever. Anyone related to me with a uterus should take note that even when you're only three months out of the hospital and feel like you are going to keel over any day now, your uterus will still overachieve. Be warned.

Fast forward six months. This is the end of June, people. And yes, that's me in the middle. THIS IS NOT EVEN THE MOST PREGNANT I GOT, I still had another month to go.

So I went from that cute girl in the above picture, pointing to a belly that looks like she ate too much mac and cheese, to the enormous thing you see at left. Note how my lovely husband looks in awe at my ginormity. And my grandfather, at right, is looking like this is completely normal. What can I say, we're Catholic--breeding is second nature to us, even when unplanned and multiple in nature.

Ah, yes, finally. A month later, here are the new reasons that I'm alive. Boy Monkey is at left, trying to escape the multiple blankets his father has swaddled him in, you know, in July. Girl Monkey is at right, expressing with her face how incredibly serious this sleeping thing is.

So yeah, there's no real purpose to this post aside for me to wax all nostalgic-like about the craziest six months of my life. Oh, and maybe show some Monkey Pictures that you all haven't seen before.

Have a good day, people. I can smell spring on the wind, and it can't come soon enough.