Even though my belly is now the size of a small country, I'm not quite ready for my little citizens to be expatriated. As of yesterday, I am 33 weeks pregnant. With all the complications and challenges, I have to admit I didn't have a lot of faith that we would make it this far. But, my tenacious spirit has kept me going and aiming for 36 weeks - even 38 weeks (as long as I can still breathe). Seeing me in person, one might have serious (and valid) doubts, but I am determined.
Today is my birthday and the extent of my partying went as far as putting on some make-up. My contractions have been progressively increasing over the past couple of weeks, threatening my determination for a marathon delivery date. So, I've been trying to keep things as low key as possible.
Each day with this pregnancy is a true adventure. One day I feel fabulous, the next I feel as though my belly button will surely rip open. I attribute this to the way the babies are constantly trying to position themselves with such limited real estate.
I'm only able to sleep a couple of hours at a time now, and I pretty much hurt everywhere, so it's hard to distinguish between what might be signs of labor and the expected aches of pregnancy and extended bed rest. When I am finally able to find a comfortable position (I can only lie on either side), it's usually one that the babies don't agree with. I am relentlessly kicked and pushed by a baby until I finally give-in and turn over - only to be kicked and pushed by another! I've been told that this circus is God's way of preparing me for the years of no sleep that are awaiting me - and I'm beginning to think this just might just be true.
Today is my birthday and the extent of my partying went as far as putting on some make-up. My contractions have been progressively increasing over the past couple of weeks, threatening my determination for a marathon delivery date. So, I've been trying to keep things as low key as possible.
Each day with this pregnancy is a true adventure. One day I feel fabulous, the next I feel as though my belly button will surely rip open. I attribute this to the way the babies are constantly trying to position themselves with such limited real estate.
I'm only able to sleep a couple of hours at a time now, and I pretty much hurt everywhere, so it's hard to distinguish between what might be signs of labor and the expected aches of pregnancy and extended bed rest. When I am finally able to find a comfortable position (I can only lie on either side), it's usually one that the babies don't agree with. I am relentlessly kicked and pushed by a baby until I finally give-in and turn over - only to be kicked and pushed by another! I've been told that this circus is God's way of preparing me for the years of no sleep that are awaiting me - and I'm beginning to think this just might just be true.