Being pregnant with twins is a whole new ball game. I mean seriously, everything is completely different. I feel like a first time expectant mother. Where by baby number five I had come to accept the aches and pains that go along with it and really didn't get too worried about much, I now feel like they ought to just stick me in the hospital and keep me there until delivery. That way a full staff would continuously be on hand to answer my questions and offer the reassurance that I need. Pitiful, right?
I have been sick. Icky sick and dizzy. Exhausted. Kinda grumpy. Sore. Inactive. It's all bad. I feel guilty every single time I think back over the past weeks. My kids have eaten waaay too many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I'm pretty sure the cereal industry wants my family to be their new spokesperson(s). How could they not with the mass amounts that we have purchased and consumed? My husband has run himself ragged trying to find food and drink that don't make me cry, cleaning the house, feeding the kiddos. The silver lining to my story is that the cloud is lifting. Slowly but surely I am experiencing a return to my previously human form.
Don't get me wrong...eating is still a force to be reckoned with. Thanks to my ever-expanding baby bump there seems to be little room for the food that I find myself willing to attempt to consume. My stomach can handle approximately 10 bites which seems just slightly cruel when I need at least 20 to stave off the nausea. But I can at least eat without that overactive gag reflex that had become my vile companion. And of course I am good to go with fluids...as long as I have that steady supply of citrus to be juiced!
All that aside, I am super thankful for the gift of these new little lives. Every time they do a scan (which to date has been five, if I am counting right!) and we see those wriggling little bodies in the shadows on the screen, I am reminded that this "suffering" is for only a season. By summer, Lord willing, two precious lives will join ours hearts and home. The kids are excited. Well, the boys don't use that term but their attentiveness and patience with the situation gives them away! And the poor girls are ready for the babies to come...immediately. Now when I get hugged my belly gets a sweet little kiss and a squeeze on both sides as they attempt to love up on their unborn siblings. They are pretty thrilled that their desire for a new baby has resulted in one for each of them. Visions of playing "house" with real live baby dolls is almost certainly running through their little minds.
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