New versions of myself

Almost immediately after I started this blog, I discovered I was pregnant with twins - identical twins at that. There is nothing else I've experienced that has been so earth shattering - and so time consuming.

Writergrl 1.0:

• when tired, just push through it (i.e. attend grad school while working 55+ hours per week and planning then dismantling a wedding. no problem!)
• eat moderately, struggle a bit to get enough exercise and not gain weight
• never accept the helping hand, even when offered in sincerity because "it's more fun to do it myself."
• take my health completely for granted - never sick, can pretty much do any physical task I set my mind to and (finally) happy with the way I look physically

Writergrl 2.2:

• exhaustion that is literally like flipping a switch: when tired, I'm just out
• struggle to gain enough weight, deliberately limit the number of times I climb stairs, must rest for 30-45 minutes every night after work and before dinner / evening activities
• annoyed when someone on the bus doesn't give up their seat, grateful JT will carry the laundry basket for me
• shock and awe at how out of control my body/hormones are, forced to stop and take deep breaths after each flight of stairs, and I now waddle when I walk

Here's the strangest part: in my ever-more-vivid dreams, I'm not myself. Literally. People call my by my name, but the person who answers is, for example, a 55-year-old Chicago cop, who's puffing for breath at the top of the stairs.

JT even experienced this - he had a dream that I was Oprah.