First off, I feel like I have to talk about the twins.
I have done nothing about Dean's suggestion to document my growing belly each week. Except snap one more distorted, half body cell phone pic around 26 weeks. It's not worth sharing. If you would like a comparison though, at 28 weeks I measured 36 weeks pregnant. :)
But I am feeling good! Wait, perhaps I am lying if I consider the last time I've posted. This week, I am feeling good. I am doubtful you want boring details of the last couple months. Lets just say that I know what you feel like if you have pregnancy anemia or even tachycardia. Not good. And it's not fun. I have never felt so drained and weak in my life.
Despite that, the twins are growing well. Good thing they take everything first, and leave me any leftovers. At almost 29 weeks, I was surprised to learn that they measured 3lbs 3oz and 3lbs 2oz (they're getting big)! Everyone at the office assured me that it was great news that they are growing at the same rate.
And as is usual with me, having an ultrasound makes me think about these babies as real little beings that will join our world soon. Which pushes me to consider names (the day after every ultrasound you will usually find me listing names and/or perusing baby name sites). And over the last couple weeks, I have thought of my babies by name, sounding them out in my mind, trying them together and separately, seeing if they take root or not.
Oh! The joy and content I will feel when I can finally welcome them into our bright world, hold them and whisper their names against their soft, sweet smelling skin!
But I am not ready. Not ready for twins to join our family yet. I am only about 30 weeks along.
I know it has little to do with me, and everything to do with them, but my room needs to be spring cleaned. We need to put flooring in our bathroom and hang doors. I need to wash sheets and set up the cradle. Sort clothes and place them in drawers. Wash car seat covers. Buy diapers!
And the list goes on.
And we, of course, went off camping this past weekend instead of ticking one little thing off our list.
I knew this would be our last chance to go for a good year or more. So we hooked up the tent trailer and went.
It was such a fun and relaxing trip that I voiced going again next month. Dean quickly nixed that idea!
He is more realistic than I.
And so I cherish the memories and let my mind wander:
To the sight of my children playing with their cousins in the woods.
To napping in the warm sunshine, lulled by the sounds of the creek and the birds.
To the taste of roasted apple slices dipped in cinnamon and brown sugar.
To our family conversations (and jokes) once tucked in bed in the dark of night.
To watching my youngest two eagerly unzip the canvas windows first thing in the morning
to see what kind of sunny world awaited them outside that day.
No comments:
Post a Comment