No official belly pictures. I sent my camera into the doctor...it hasn't quite been the same since Everett dropped it. These photos are from the shower that Miss Delicious threw for me. It was a sweet and quiet affair, one with lattes, good food, great atmosphere, and good friends!
I can't believe I am at 32 weeks already. Well, I can as it has been a forever long pregnancy, but learning of all of the potential complications that a multiple and mono di pregnancy can be, I feel very blessed to still be able to do things, not be on bed rest, and to be reaching huge milestones in the twins' fetal development.
Right now the boys are measuring the exact same weight, near 4 lbs. They have shown no issues with TTTS, thank God. They are super active and what a difference it is to have two moving than one! I continue to appreciate such movement and this whole experience as it will be my last and one that I will truly cherish. As difficult as this pregnancy has been as large and miserable as I am getting, I am a part of a small group of women that have the opportunity to carry multiples... it's amazing!
My birth plan is in the works. No one within hours will agree to help deliver the boys. I was hoping so much for the type of birth I had with Scarlett, but reality is this is a much more extreme case. There are all types of factors against me (VBA2C, identical twins, acute TTTS) that are pointing to another cesarean section. I've come to term with it and have been at peace with it since we've made the decision to go that route. We are striving to get our hospital on board to implement a "natural cesarean"... I truly feel like this technique is redemptive for the mother and baby for this type of birthing experience. The immediate skin to skin is what I missed so badly with my first two, and to think that I may be able to do that with my twins is so encouraging!
Me in my 32 week glory (with Grammy, who is now a long-term helper in the Mockabee household until the boys come, thank goodness, she's a laundry and dish goddess!):
I am now measuring 40 weeks. This means, for a singleton pregnancy, I am done. But I am so not. Isn't that fun? My body just knows that it's time to be done, but my mind and my babies say no. This is an interesting contradiction!
This is my grandma. We have had some really special times in the past seven months as she has been my only family able to help, she may be 87, but she is adamant about taking care of her grand daughter and her great grand babies! If you don't know her, you're missing out. Her and my grandpa are possibly the most giving and selfless people I know. Their wisdom will blow you away. Plus, her and I share the curse of never remembering birthdays or caring to for that matter...she's not super sentimental...at least I know where it came from!
The urge to nest has finally started. I can't believe we don't even have the cribs up or their room even partially ready. It's been turkey season for the past month and because of that, Jason has been working seven days a week, and loooooong days (yeah, as in 5am-10pm). So, me being the size of a woman about to give birth and a husband that is not home means that very few physical projects are getting completed. It's all I can do to keep the fire going and the trash emptied!
Thankfully, as mentioned, Grammy is here. Let the nesting begin!
