So here I am, almost 15 weeks. I was going back and forth between the last belly and this belly and I don't think I have gotten as big as I feel I have in the last 2 weeks. Then I realized today that it is really weird to look at myself. It is almost like an out of body experience. Sometimes I still don't believe that I am pregnant. I carry this belly around with me all day, every day, and when I look at these pictures, I can't believe it is my belly. So weird. I knew at some point we would most likely have a baby, but I still sometimes can't comprehend this whole thing.
Then I realized after looking at the pics on my blog and looking at pics of bellies on other mommy's blogs that there is a distinct pregnancy pose. Kind of like the thug pose or the jail pose. Pregnant women all stand with their belly out and hands on their hips. The only thing I am missing is a gang sign.
Other than that, I still feel really good. I do get a little fatigued walking up and down the stairs or from my car to my office, but from the very beginning everything has went so well. People are starting to ask me more often, "When are you due?" I feel like a neglectful expectant mother when I tell them, "I am not really sure." I assume people think I am not receiving medical care. Then, I feel the need to explain that I am having triplets so I just hope to make it to September. It is crazy to see peoples reactions. At this point it feels normal to me to be having 3 babies. So many people have never met anyone carrying triplets. I did come to the conclusion today though, that it will eventually get on my nerves answering the when are you due question over and over again.
I do want to mention that Marcus has been so awesome. He is a good, caring, loving, attentive husband (Thank you Julie Thompson). I have truly been blessed a million times over to have him as my husband, and soon, the father of my babies. Many ladies will never be as lucky as me. He has been so helpful getting our room ready for babies, getting dinner, laundry, dishes, you name it.
Lastly, before I close out, one thing that weighs on the heart heavily...there is a friend of our family who is very ill. He has been in ICU for a while. He is not doing good. I don't know the exact details of it all, but his body is shutting down. He used to be a little stinky, chubby boy that ran around with my little brother, and turned out to be a handsome young man, even though he didn't always make the best decisions. His name is Nick Banks and, he is in his late 20's, if everyone can just say a little prayer for him. It doesn't look good for him right now, and things can go either way. He needs God's hand right now.