I have ten pounds of babies inside of me. Now, think about this, most people never experience what ten pounds of babies can feel like, considering most babies are born in the 7-8 pound range. But right now, at 32 weeks, Baby A is 5 lb 6 oz and Baby B is 4 lb 14 oz. And they are running out of room at the inn.
The end of pregnancy is such a strange time. I have now been pregnant long enough that I can't really remember what life was like before I was pregnant. I am feeling very stressed about getting lots of little things done (really little inconsequential things, like putting away the Desitin, hanging the pictures on the nursery walls, and putting together the email distribution list for when the boys arrive). I have most of the major stuff done, like washing the clothes, buying the diapers, putting together the cribs, packing the bag for the hospital etc. But still I feel no peace. I guess feeling pressure to do all these little jobs is just a proxy for what I really feel like I need to do, which is give birth.
The funny thing is that I have been so anxious to get to this point in time. I have avoided all the big pitfalls, including high blood pressure, bed rest, gestational diabetes, a fifty pound weight gain, too much amniotic fluid, etc. And now that the birth is literally just around the corner (probably within the next 4 weeks or so), I can't picture it. I keep trying to grasp little glimpes of the reality of having two babies, but it is just too profound for me to understand. I know this is all a little esoteric and wishy washy, but I am feeling really dreamy and odd. I cannot believe I am about to become the mom of two people (not dogs, or cats or chinchillas - yes, I made the college mistake of buying a chinchilla, I was charmed because it ate donuts).
Anyway, that is my big news. My doctor today predicted that I wouldn't go three more weeks. Being the gambling addict that I am, I wanted odds. But damn doctors are so cautious, he wouldn't give them to me.
The end of pregnancy is such a strange time. I have now been pregnant long enough that I can't really remember what life was like before I was pregnant. I am feeling very stressed about getting lots of little things done (really little inconsequential things, like putting away the Desitin, hanging the pictures on the nursery walls, and putting together the email distribution list for when the boys arrive). I have most of the major stuff done, like washing the clothes, buying the diapers, putting together the cribs, packing the bag for the hospital etc. But still I feel no peace. I guess feeling pressure to do all these little jobs is just a proxy for what I really feel like I need to do, which is give birth.
The funny thing is that I have been so anxious to get to this point in time. I have avoided all the big pitfalls, including high blood pressure, bed rest, gestational diabetes, a fifty pound weight gain, too much amniotic fluid, etc. And now that the birth is literally just around the corner (probably within the next 4 weeks or so), I can't picture it. I keep trying to grasp little glimpes of the reality of having two babies, but it is just too profound for me to understand. I know this is all a little esoteric and wishy washy, but I am feeling really dreamy and odd. I cannot believe I am about to become the mom of two people (not dogs, or cats or chinchillas - yes, I made the college mistake of buying a chinchilla, I was charmed because it ate donuts).
Anyway, that is my big news. My doctor today predicted that I wouldn't go three more weeks. Being the gambling addict that I am, I wanted odds. But damn doctors are so cautious, he wouldn't give them to me.
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