33 Weeks...The Countdown Begins

So I have to make to at least 35 (considered term for twins?!) but would love to make it to 38. I am not sure if I can. Today, in particular, I feel like a Mack truck hit me. I am tired. But not the kind of tired where I want to sleep. I just feel lazy when I think of all of the work that labor would require of me right now. The good news is that contrary to what everyone says, I feel the twins moving a lot which means it cannot be that tight in there which means that there is a chance (like Jim Carrey says) that A can flip over. Monday I see Dr. C and next Friday is my final hospital sonogram. I am hoping for stellar news, a burst of energy, and a record breaking twin delivery. Fat chance but it is good to dream. This weekend we plan to stop pretending that nothing is about to happen and to go to Ikea (currently we do not have a single square inch, drawer, surface on which to put a single twin item), Buy Buy Baby (maybe we should buy a bottle or two?), and perhaps I will even pack a hospital bag in case I have two babies in the near future.