On Your Mark, Get Set...
For the past 8 months or so, a lot of people have kindly told me “You look great!”. But suddenly in about the past 3 weeks, I’ve noticed people’s expressions have completely changed when they see me. All of the “you look great”s have suddenly changed into some version of “Are you alright?!”.
This is probably due to the fact that I’ve hit another turning point in this pregnancy. I’m sure the discomfort shows on my face as the babies race to become the biggest twins ever recorded. As I drag around the 60 pound baby bump, my legs have come to resemble those of an elephant (cankles and all) due to swelling. My hips are preparing for childbirth as they cramp, pop, and lock up. In addition, everything presses on my lungs so much that as I try to breathe I sound like that annoying wheezy guy sitting next to you on the plane.
Contractions and dilation have started, so we’re definitely nearing the end of this part of the adventure. On our 37th week now, our girls have done remarkably well. The doctors and nurses are delighted we’ve made it this far as it’s not uncommon for twins to come earlier. With most of their development complete, the girls are just hanging out where it’s warm, allowing their lungs to mature a bit more. (We've seen them practicing breathing via ultrasound!) They could decide to come today or wait another week or so, but the doctor won’t let us go past 38 weeks.
Heath and I are as ready as we could be at this point. I don’t know if you can ever prepare enough emotionally for becoming parents, but we have everything we need physically. Heath’s diaper party furnished us with tons of diapers and wipes (Thanks, guys!), and we have all the other baby gear we've been told we’ll need. We have our bags packed and sitting by the door. Our anxiety rises each day that passes without the onset of true labor. Yeah... I’ve never been good at being patient...