Top 10 Things it's Nearly Impossible to Do When 35 Weeks Pregnant with Twins

So, I've noticed lately that it is getting harder and harder for me to do some things that most of us take for granted.  I've come up with a list:

The Top 10 Things It's Nearly Impossible to Do When 35 Weeks Pregnant with Twins

10.  Sit like (or walk like) a lady.  It's all about the sprawl and the waddle.

9.  Get dressed.  Not only is it impossible to find clothes that fit, once you do, it's like running a marathon to get them on!

8.  Any sort of housework.  Yes, I know I'm not supposed to do housework, but even when I try to sneak doing a load of laundry, I can't reach into the washing machine because my belly's in the way!

7. Get up off the couch... or the bed... or a chair... or in and out of a car... or out of the shower... or out of the pool... or... you get the idea.

6.  Pick anything up off of the floor.  If anything falls on the floor it is going to stay there!  It's dead to me.

5.  Drive.  Not only is there the whole getting in and out of the car thing, but then there's the fact that by the time I get the seat adjusted so that my belly isn't touching the steering wheel, I can no longer reach the pedals (this might not be an issue if you're taller than 5 feet).

4.  Hug your 2 and a half year old.  Poor Seth.  He comes running to hug me only to quite literally bounce and ricochet off of my tummy!  If we want to snuggle we have to do it on the couch where he can sit next to me. 

3.  Wash your hands or brush your teeth.  I have to turn sideways and do these activities side-saddle to the sink or otherwise I wouldn't be able to reach the faucet.

2.  Avoid the bathroom.  Having two babies right on top of your bladder, plus trying to drink at least a gallon of water a day, I have to go approximately every 3.7 minutes.

And, the number 1 Thing It's Nearly Impossible to Do When 35 Weeks Pregnant With Twins Is:

1.  SLEEP!  The aforementioned bathroom situation, plus the fact that I quite literally can't roll over in bed due to the pressure it exerts on my back, makes for eventful nights.  The way I've learned to cope is that each time I  get up to use the restroom (after Scott either gets up to pull me up, or pushes me out from behind) I make sure to come back and sleep on my other side.

So, there you have it.  I hope some aspect of my misery makes you laugh.  I'm sure I'll laugh about it too... someday...