Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.
– Carrie Fisher
It most definitely feels like we are on the home straight now. Have I said that before? I feel like we are. Today I enter week 29 but I write this diary from last weeks point of view so it’s always a week behind.
This has felt like the part of the pregnancy when I seem to have plateaued and begun to simply wait. I’m well and truly over the sickness part, the part about being excited about being pregnant and watching my bump grow and also over the worry of wondering if you guys will stay put long enough for me to get a crack at being a Mummy.
Now I simply have to wait for you to cook. And you know what they say about a watched pot. I don’t want to sound like I’m not excited about these two bundles getting here, I’m too excited about it and if truth be told, I would give birth tomorrow if I knew they would be OK as I’m struggling quite a bit with my ever expanding size.
But, at the same time as waiting and watching the days tick away Robert the Husband and I have been able to start getting ready for the arrival. And THAT is exciting.
We’ve erected furniture ….. I say ‘we’ I haven’t helped at all but simply sat there on the sofa in the nursery and given the odd encouraging remark to Robert who has had more than one tussle with a piece of flat pack furniture.
We’ve also been given huge amounts of clothing and equipment by my sister and her hubby who packed all of their baby stuff up nicely and stored it for when it was our turn. Little did we know we’d need all of it as we too would be having twins but that’s what I love about this adventure called life. An adventure that right now requires gallons of E45 cream after every shower as I try to halt the appearance of stretch marks. But to be honest I think it’s inevitable as I still have some growing to do and I’m too tired to really care.
If you think the clothing in the drawer looks a little creased then you’d be correct. I have a hard enough time standing up in the shower let alone standing there ironing small items of clothing so they are staying as they are. And although I know Robert would iron them if he thought it was really necessary it’s just not. End of story. And besides I’d much prefer to go out for dinner. So that’s that.
It looks like I’ll have creased kids.
Here’s some more clothing waiting to be put away. I must admit it’s lovely to see it all out on the line having been freshened up in the wash. It’s a new experience for Robert and I and before you all jump in and tell me that washing baby clothing rapidly becomes rather dull, especially when it’s covered in puke and poo, let me enjoy the first few loads.
My bedside looks like a Gaviscon production line and I’m in love with my Breathe Right strips as they help me to sleep. Although I did have an experience the night before last that woke me with a start. I turned on to my side and snuggled in to my ENORMOUS full body length pregnancy pillow and settled back down again. I can no longer sleep on my back so I have to be on one side or the other. Then out of nowhere came a kick unlike any other that I have had before.
The babies kick and move about a great deal on a regular basis and Robert and I spend time each evening watching my belly look like it has a wave machine turned on inside of it. They appear to know when Robert comes in from work and greet his voice with a rendition of the final Riverdance routine. But it never really hurts. But the kick I felt the other night was so pronounced, so forceful and so scary that I immediately turned on to my other side as it was clear that someone wasn’t happy with being the squashed one. And you know what happened then? THE OTHER ONE DID EXACTLY THE SAME THING!!!!
I’m laughing about it now but the following morning I had a little cry when Jodie arrived for work and I told her about it. It is very clear that I struggle with being pregnant. I’m just being honest. I have no idea whether it’s because I have two in there or whether I would feel the same with just one baby. I’ll never know unless I have a singleton pregnancy. There was no ‘blooming/ full of energy/let’s go out on a hike phase’ for me. I am limping from one week to the next and have not been able to do anything resembling exercise since peeing on a stick.
So I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make a show like this one……
My dear, you have every ounce of my admiration but I’m on a different path. A path that clearly has me having to relinquish every ounce of control that I really, really like to hold on tight to. And I guess that’s what being a mummy is about a lot of the time. Letting go of what I want and focusing on two other precious people.
Precious Meatballs, with tiny feet, tiny hands and hair that smells like nothing else on the face of this earth.
Oh GOOD LORD, I’m crying again just thinking about them getting here.
Perhaps I should go now………..
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