Me and My Boys

My parents were in town the past two weekends helping Steve and me work on a variety of projects (blog posts to come once the finish work is done). It occurred to me that the last picture of me and Steve together was from way back at Christmas, so my dad took this quick shot for us in front of one mostly-finished project (new in-wall cabinets for display and to store kid stuff):

I'm rounding out my 23rd week. I can feel the littles roll around and poke my internal organs regularly. I'm physically pretty uncomfortable and in the past few days have developed the charming new symptom of painful swollen feet, which forces me to be vigilant about how much time I spend standing or walking, much to my frustration. I'm definitely not a fan of pregnancy, but even in my grumpiest moments, it's always in the back of my head how much I already adore my boys. And I know there will eventually come a day when I can once again button my flannel.