It is... Saturday.
Reese and Elliott are behaving so far. Reese taunts me by aiming himself right for the birth canal. Reminding me of a skydiver waiting for the hatch to open. He's quiet most of the time, only kicking enough to let us know he's still on board. Elliott rolls and pushes all day long. I imagine he's telling me jokes in morris code, and I laugh very loud so he can here me.
Yesterday the nurses let us wheel down to the NICU for an informal orientation. In the past few days we've come to accept that things might go faster than we desired. The NICU was far less scary than I had imagined. To our great fortune, a young mom happened to be visiting her twin boys. She let us roll up and talk to her for a few minutes. She couldn't have been more positive and praising of the staff and experience.
Leaving, I wondered if we had been duped.
If this sweet girl we had been speaking with was in fact an animatronic creation on loan from Disneyland.
Regardless, it had worked. I was feeling much better. I was feeling like things might get very difficult, but they wont get tragic.

We're pretty familiar with all the nurses now. An unexpected favorite is Vicky. She has a strong Taiwanese accent. She's brought in movies for me to watch. Jesse refuses to join me for Joy Luck Club. Vicky loves Jesse. She calls him "Brian Pitt". We don't want to correct her.

Friday marked 27 weeks and as much as I didn't understand the women who blog about "making it", I am beginning to catch on. I've gone from completely laid back and mostly dismissive of subtle aches and pains, to a person who repeatedly tracks the development and health statistics of preterm birth.
Otherwise, I'm beginning to come down from the height of my anxiety. It's my nature to believe that bad things wont happen to me. My dreams remain positive, though they've changed. Now I dream that they're completely healthy and able to nurse, but they're premature.

Although everything in my life is centered on this pregnancy, I still have moments when I stop and feel like I'm only just finding out there are babies inside me. In only a few months at best, we'll move on to something so different that we wont have time to look back on the days we spent here.
As of now, it's really unimaginable.