I've noticed that the handful of twin pregnancy moms are doing the same thing I am - not really blogging much. Mostly, we're pretty quiet because we keep gathering around each others' kitchens with the gin and tonics and gossipping about the rest of you.
Yes, I'm kidding.
I can't speak for the other women (and if I could, I imagine they'd tell me to stop swearing so damn much), but I think it's safe to say that the reason we're suddenly all getting pretty quiet is because that's where we are. I don't know about them, but suddenly I find myself pulling inwards a lot. I don't have a lot to say, not because I don't want to talk, but because I'm just pretty quiet inside. The noise and chaos of the previous weeks of pregnancy are dying down now, and it's not that I'm spending all my time thinking about me, me, ME, it's more like...it's just quiet inside.
I think it means I'm getting ready.
I would bet it's the same for them.
(I'd ask them, but they're usually too drunk on the G&Ts to comment.)
I also find that I'm getting pretty boring-there's only so much blogging about restless leg, infections, and contractions that you want to read about. I could tell you that my life, it's really all of the same just now - swelling, contractions (in ever-increasing quantities), antibiotics, breathlessness, exhaustion...but I've said it all before. I worry this site is going to be a MySpace wanna be, in which I talk about fucking nothing whatsoever about my day and do it all in skater talk - "DOOOOD! This site rulez! Heehee! LOL! I have 48,693 friendz, nun who no me! Time to clean my sk8tes! C U L8ter!"
I could do that, but seriously, bad grammer drives me nuts. Send me a text message using "u" instead of "you" and you probably won't get a response because I'm a grown-up, and grown-ups spell shit. But the content of a MySpace page, well that's not too unlike what I worry this site is becoming - much of the same. Click on any entry in the past 6 weeks and it's the same. This must be what latter pregnancy is like - cramps, breathlessness, exhaustion, clumsiness, forgetfulness, and in my case, infections.
Now I find myself still having all those fun side effects, only I'm getting quieter. I am not so fast at replying to emails (also because sitting up in the chair is not easy these days.) My humor isn't slipping, but it doesn't just come to hand, either (feel free to shout "You were NEVER funny!" at the screen here. I know I talk to my monitor all the time, go ahead.) I don't comment on other sites at all, really. Oh I read them, I just don't say anything. It's like I'm mute, or stuck behind glass, or in a fog or something.
Better mute than MySpace.
Gotta' go - the ladies are coming to mine for the drinks this afternoon, and no one drinks quite like an IVF veteran, you know?