How far along? 31 weeks 4 days
Maternity clothes? Yep. Any long sleeve shirts that Cam owns have now been claimed as my own. I love them. They’re snuggly. And sometimes they smell like him (not his cologne, heaven forbid, just him).
Best moment this week: We had one really good mail day this week where my snaps for the cloth diapers FINALLY got here and two unexpected baby packages came! We got the most  beautiful crocheted blankets from my friend Lacey (who just announced that she’s expecting!), and a good blog friend of mine named Kourtney sent the cutest little guy ties and swaddle blankets EVER. It’s so fun for me to see the support of others. Made my whole day. ALSO, one of my BEST infertile friends finally beat the odds and called me early in the morning last week to tell me the great news! And now I am on the secret train and can’t say anything else, but dang it I sure love success stories. :)
Movement: Yes. And it hurts. Nash does this stretch thing where he rams his head into my cervix and pushes his feet into my bruised ribs. Gray, on the other hand, is a bit of a dancer. Music really makes him go wild. Both of them totally chill out whenever Cam touches them, though. We’re at the point now where we can feel random appendages and push them back in. (that sounds a little creepy, lol.)
Food cravings: Fruits and veggies. It’s actually quite nice. I just ate the last orange though…shopping trip needs to happen soon I suppose.
Labor Signs: Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m hoping to keep it that way.
Belly Button in or out? Neither. Weirdy.
What I miss: Energy. I am big and tired, ladies. It’s like it happened overnight. All of a sudden doing anything at all sounds just terrible. And I’m uncomfortable. (We all knew it was inevitable!) The nice thing is, Cam is a saint. And he takes my freak outs in stride and gets me something to eat and is happy to rub out whatever rib is hurting at the moment.
What I am looking forward to: Jimmer v. Nash tonight. Oh boy. Seriously, could there be a better game? Also, I’m looking forward to blogging about my baby shower. It was supposed to be posted before this update, but I’m over halfway through the week and needed to get the update done. Honestly, the only thing keeping me from posting this update was that I hadn’t done my hair all week. Seriously. Make-up was at a minimum too. Next time, I’m just going to give it to you straight. Tuesday, you get what you get. Not gonna lie, it’s scarier than you’d think. (or maybe it’s as scary as you think…). Cam’s hilarious. I said the other night “I can’t believe you don’t find me completely repulsing at the moment.” And he said “Of course not. Granted, you’re not as smokin’ as you always are…” The man is a genius with words. Made me laugh.
Milestones: There are batches of baby laundry surrounding me right now. Everything is sorted and headed through the wash. I can’t believe my house looks like this. I remember a long time ago reading a baby blog where the girl was preparing for her little boy to get there and she had just started doing laundry for him. I remember wanting that so bad. And now it’s here. And it’s double. And everything smells wonderful. :) I’m sure eventually washing clothes for these boys won’t be on my happy list, but today it is.
Realization of the week: I am bigger than I think I am. I run into everything lately. Cupboards, doorways, the bed, the couch, the ottoman. I’m a bit top heavy as well. My legs really haven’t got a whole lot bigger, but my belly…ha, which means I am a bit precariously perched and often over shoot it when trying to get off the couch. Teetery is the best word I can think of to describe this. I run into Cameron all the time and the first time it happened, I blamed him. Who are we kidding?

How far along? 29 Weeks exactly
Maternity clothes? Yes. But this sweater isn’t a maternity sweater. It’s got about 2 days left of life in it, so I figured I’d give it a last hurrah. I’m still loving those jeans. :)
Best moment this week: Finishing 3 cloth diapers! I’m pretty proud of myself. Also, Cameron gave me a rub down, followed by practicing some counter-pressure/labor techniques. All I gotta say is the riboso (sp?)  is life changing. Also, I do NOT have gestational diabetes. boo-yah! Thanks for not liking treats boys! I was really worried about that because gestational diabetes comes from the placenta. Since I have 2 placentas, I was at greater risk for it, or so they say. I’m just grateful I don’t have to worry about that. I’m having a hard enough time getting enough calories as it is.
Movement: Yes. GRAY GOT OFF MY RIBS. 10 gold stars for that kid. He is the BEST. I have no idea how he found a little extra room to get comfy, but I am so grateful. I’m sure he’ll be back up there eventually, but it sure has been nice!
Food cravings: Fruits & veggies. Also, rootbeer. And ice cream. Weirdy. Those are actually current cravings. Perhaps a caffeine-free pepsi float? I think I mostly just want the carbonation. OMG DR. PEPPER. (I’m worthless. Are you getting that?)
Labor Signs: None. Nash is using my cervix as a punching bag lately. That’s a weird sensation.
Belly Button in or out? I’m pretty impressed with how well my button is hanging in there. lol. I thought for sure it’d be popped by now, but no. There’s a tiny corner that is flirting with the line, but other than that it’s just stretched.
What I miss: Not gonna lie, I had a utter and complete meltdown because I was no longer young and hip and fun and hot. It was fueled by the realization that no one would mistakenly come up and hit on me if we happened to be out at a party of some sort. (Totally rational, I know.) I was also looking through a bunch of fun date ideas and couldn’t muster up the energy for any of it. Cam came home to a crying wife and wails of “I’m the lamest of the lame!” over and over again. I also believe I asked him if he was OK that I had no plans for a date, but wanted to get out of the house. We ended up getting some food at Costco (where TWO separate women commented on how cute I looked…tender mercy from the Big Guy? I think so.) and sitting on the floor of DI (a thrift store) looking through childrens’ books. (I found TACKY: the penguin for $.75. Major score!)
What I am looking forward to: Baby Shower this week! Also, my sister just came and picked up everything to finish up THIS. I can’t WAIT to see it all finished!
Milestones: Nash’s head has dropped. I’m not dilating at all, which is nice, but the Dr. did say that he really has no room to move and he’s ready to go when the time comes. That’s kind of crazy for me to think about. Also, my list of people who are due before me is dwindling. Babies are being born, people!
Realization of the week: Height helps with this whole pregnancy thing. I thought I would be WAY more uncomfortable than I really am at this point. Sure, I have a hard time getting up out of the car or putting on pants in the morning, but after that I’m really just fine. I don’t realize how much bigger I’ve gotten until I see the picture we take for these updates. Major respect to you more petite ladies. I’m measuring 36 weeks right now for a singleton pregnancy and I’m pretty sure if I was having one baby, I would not get the full discomfort of pregnancy. Don’t you worry, I’ll be measuring 44+ before this is all over. All’s fair. :)

Also, I was reading through past journal entries from during IVF and my word I was blessed with one of the most incredible husbands on this earth. I’m sure he had a ton of emotions to sort through too, but he spent every bit of energy he had taking care of me, making sure I was ok, protecting me from well-intentioned idiotic comments, etc. He is such a good man. And me and these boys are the LUCKIEST to have him as a husband and father.

How far along? 22 Weeks 3 Days
Total weight gain/loss: +26.5 <– Not quite sure how I lost half a pound. Although, this time I did weigh myself in the morning.
Maternity clothes? Yes. Although Cam just informed me that we probably won’t be buying any more because eventually even maternity clothes won’t fit and I will just slob around all day in sweats. Doesn’t sound too bad right now, actually. :)
Best moment this week: Cam shaved his beard!! It was a huge day at the Call house. I have been kissing him like crazy. Everyone is happy.
Movement: The boys are big and strong enough to push up against the sides of my belly now. I love being able to feel their little bodies.
Waist Diameter:  too lazy to find the tape measure. Big enough though. :)
Food cravings: Anything and everything. Although food is quickly falling from grace because no matter what I eat, I get reflux. ouch.
Labor Signs: Nope. Keep cookin’ boys!
Belly Button in or out? In. But in is a relative term. It hasn’t popped yet, but it is streeeetttched.
What I miss: The frequent doctors’ appointments at our fertility specialist’s office. Man, we were spoiled! This having to go a month between appointments and months between ultrasounds is really lame. Hopefully, we’ll get an ultrasound at our appointment next week.
What I am looking forward to: Christmas Break!! My last day of work is one week from today. AND Cam got some sweet time off for the holiday and our anniversary. Merry Christmas!!
Milestones: Tonight when I sneezed, I peed a little. I’ve heard of this symptom, but had managed to avoid it until this week. It was oddly embarrassing and I didn’t really know what to do. lol. There’s nothing like relinquishing control over your body. It’s a power struggle I don’t stand a chance in.
Realization of the week: Eventually these babies will grow up and be teenagers, then adults. And it is our responsibility to raise them in righteousness. How do you raise righteous boys in the world we live in? We’re starting with the nursery. The theme of which is “I’ll go where you want me to go.”

Also, Baby B has a thing for Mariah Carey. I hadn’t felt him kick all day and Cam tuned the radio to the Christmas station while we drove up to Salt Lake. A few songs went by and then as soon as Mariah sang her first note, Baby B went wild. He kicked and kicked until the song was over and I didn’t feel him again for the rest of the night. lol.

For the past few months, Cam and I have been pretty much on cloud 9. After 2.5 years of working and crying and praying and hoping and everything else that comes along with infertility, we are expecting! We’ve come to the top of the mountain. We did it!

I caught myself, during General Conference, listening to all the talks about trials and kind of blowing them off. I thought, “these don’t apply to me. We conquered our trial.”

And while, yes, I believe that our successes deserve to be celebrated and recognized, there is a whole lot wrong with this mentality.

It bothered me that talks I would have clung to during the past few years now got ignored or disregarded in my mind. And I tried to figure out what I was supposed to learn from this realization.

When we first got our diagnosis, my initial thought was “this isn’t about me.” It helped me stay away from the “poor me” that was so easy to slip into. This was about my babies, about my husband, about my family. Not to say that there wasn’t a ton of dark days, crying in the shower, etc. But I gained an incredible understanding of eternal perspective and the power it holds. That perspective helped me keep from getting bitter, questioning God, and turning against Cam (for the most part.)

Basically, I was on my A-game spiritually.

And you will never hear me say I would trade infertility for anything. I learned more about myself, my Savior, my Heavenly Father, my marriage, my children in the past 2 years than I ever could have without it. And I am grateful for it.

The thing is, I really hope my trials aren’t over. (And considering there are two little peaches in my belly, I’m pretty sure they aren’t!) While everything when you’re in the trenches seems horrible, I truly believe that during our time of want, our Heavenly Father had never been more aware of us.

Spiritually speaking, I have totally slacked since we got our wonderful news. It’s been 3 months and I have barely cracked my scriptures open outside of our family study.

How terrible to say “thanks! We got what we wanted! We don’t need you anymore!” That could never be further from the truth. I need a perspective shift, again. To realize that I need my Heavenly Father more than ever to guide me as I prepare for this responsibility. To realize that I need His help to get me back on my feet and get my head around being a stay-at-home wife and mother. To realize that I need His help in all aspects of my life, not just ones I pick and choose.

Bottom line is, the trials are far from over. I need to keep my guard up and continually be aware of the influence of Satan around me and my family. Luckily, I feel prepared to deal with just about anything so long as Cam is by my side. And he is. Always.

Those talks still apply to me. I think it’s time to go back and really listen to them with an open heart and learn all that I can from the inspired counsel given to me.

Because there is a serious high when you reach the top of the mountain, and I can’t believe that I will never get to feel that exhale, that triumph, that relief, that joy, that pride again.

I hope there are plenty of mountains in our future. And the time to prepare for them are when we’re enjoying the beautiful valleys.