So here I am at 32 weeks:
My sweet husband brought me flowers today. Because, as he said, "Its hard being pregnant." It is.
Our rocking chair for the nursery came yesterday. Everything is finally here. You know, except the babies.
I almost made Steve take me to the hospital last night. I dreamed that my water broke and when I woke up I thought it was real. Then I finally figured out that my water couldn't have broken because I wasn't wet. Nice.