Pregnant with Twins: 24 Weeks

How far along?  24 weeks
Baby Crauns' size:  About a foot, so comparisons this week include a cantaloupe (??) and a foot-long sub...ah...Jimmy John's...
Total weight gain/loss:  23 pounds total. After concerns about me losing weight initially and putting on weight slowly, I apparently wanted to show my doctor that I have no problem gaining weight by gaining 14 pounds in 4 weeks. According to my doctor this was bad, but according to the 5 twins books I've read so far, this is normal. Who to believe? And I was feeling a little fragile last week because I was tired and sore from traveling so this news bothered me a lot, more than it probably should have. Apparently some of it is water retention since my legs, ankles, and feet swell like balloons, but most of it is "maternal weight" aka I'm a fat ass. I finally ordered some compression socks which are supposed to help with the pain in my ankles and feet so maybe I'll be a little less stationary. All I know is thank God it's fall and almost winter because I won't have to look like a 70-year-old man with knee-high socks in the summer.
Maternity clothes:  Everything is too short. And if I want something long enough then it's way too big up top. I've started to buy stretchy tunics and dresses at normal stores in my normal size so at least they fit and are long enough. If I'm going to be a fat whale for the next 13 weeks at least I'll have cute clothes. 
Stretch marks?  I stopped caring. At this point it's a lost cause.
Sleep:  I'm dead tired again, but of course not sleeping. Guess this is preparing me for life with two babies, a toddler, and a full time job.   
Movement:  Flips and karate kicks are regular. Very little time goes by without one of them moving. I've zoned out at work and home more than once watching them move my belly.
Symptoms:  This sucks. Back pain, swelling, headaches, nausea, pregnancy mask, super dry skin, difficulty breathing, heartburn, no sleep, no patience or tolerance for stupidity or errors. It's like I'm 36 weeks pregnant. Oh wait, I'm only 24 weeks. Yay. 
Labor signs?  Nothing this week. The good news is that we've hit the 24-week mark so the odds of survival given early labor is high, and it also means that hospitals will do all they can to sustain life.
Food cravings:  Cold turkey sandwiches. I want a beach club at Jimmy John's or a market turkey at Palmers so bad.  
Miss anything?  Energy. Ability to read or play with Dominic without huffing or puffing or having him move all his toys he wants to play with to a spot I can reach. Doing anything without bumping my belly (I've slammed it with my car doors more than once now).   
Belly button in or out?  It's officially out at the top and starting to on the bottom now. 
Wedding rings on or off?  Lost cause.  
Nursery progress:  The glider was fixed, now I just need to figure out how to make it not go back as far so it doesn't mess up the wall. Next weekend I'll start cleaning all the clothes and blankets that we'll need the first month or two.
Best moment this week:  Macey was born on Monday! I can't wait to meet her! I can't believe that my sissy as three beautiful little girlies and that my brother will soon have a little boy. Where did the time go?  I'm also very proud of my friend Bess for completing her first marathon (but a little jealous that I couldn't run it with her)!
Weekly wisdom:  I think I'm just alternating between shitty weeks and semi-good weeks. This one goes in the shitty column. I think mostly because I'm expecting too much of myself between work and home. I've been doing good about not working at home, mostly because I'm trying to get other stuff done or just sitting with my feet up trying to de-swell from the day and thinking about all the crap there is to do or redo around here. Next week's goal:  actually take lunch breaks and take movement breaks every hour. Maybe these two things will work as my coping skills since shopping is no longer fun or acceptable, I can't drink, and I can't run or punch things.
Looking forward to:  Being able to run again. I figure it's either that or drink all the time to survive their first year.