Newly banned phrases: "Doubled in size", "Wow!" and "Look at that head!"

I'm fascinated with the belly. I stare at it, I talk to it, rub on it... the works. Becky's belly gets a lot of attention from me as well. Kidding. I'm waiting on outward evidence of internal beings. I'm very involved in the process, but I'm still missing some small part of it. I think a regular bump or kick will help. Don't get me wrong, I don't envy the aches, pains, sleepless nights, or sudden bathroom runs. But I'm totally jealous that she gets to feel them move. So, I'll shove Tyson up my shirt now and again just to get an idea. I'm sure it's exactly the same thing.

We had our most recent ultrasound on Friday, May 29th. No visitors this time, just Becky and me. Baby A, the girl, was uncooperative at best. She had a terrible case of dance fever and the only cure was to kick her mother in the bladder. She barely held still long enough to catch the requisite images, take a few measurements and allow her parents a quick glimpse of her profile. She weighed in at 1 pound 5 ounces, a significant increase from April 23rd (she was 9 oz). We got a clearer shot of the girl parts. I think we're done re-confirming her gender.

The bruiser weighed in a 1 pound 13 ounces... he gained one pound and an ounce in four weeks. The doctor's office doesn't worry about the disparity in their weights because they're both measuring above average. We figured out how to get digital images onto a thumb drive directly from the ultrasound machine... so these pics should be pretty clear.

All things considered, Becky is feeling OK. She's suffering from carpal tunnel issues in her wrists, her shoes have begun to protest and her sciatic nerve is clearly being impacted by the babies. It is requiring some creative sitting and sleeping positions.

I am still waiting on the babies to have enough strength to poke, kick, or head-butt with enough regularity that I can feel them. I've only felt them once and it was a solid kick to my palm. I think in the next few weeks they'll be ready to high-five their father.