Well, I’m still pregnant. Should be for another 3 weeks if the Doc has his way. Girlfriends are about 5.5 lbs and doing the river-dance on my pelvic floor. My skin has stretched to epic proportions. My swelling could be documented in the Guiness Book of World Records. I have 3 suitable maternity shirts remaining. At home, I wear Nick’s basketball shorts and XL T-shirts that still aren’t long enough to cover the bottom of my belly. Kinda makes a girl feel a little trashy!
I put makeup on for my photoshoot today. Consider yourselves loved.
The heat index for today is 110 degrees. I’ll be indoors.
Baby A has reclaimed her place as first to exit. Her little breach bottom is covering the full surface area of my trapdoor. Baby B is head down (!!) and only partially transverse anymore (horizontal), but she’s Vertex… meaning, she’s nowhere close to pushing her way back over the exit ramp. And because I’ve reached 34 weeks (when twins typically don’t play musical
chairs cervix anymore), we’ll be scheduling a c-section for the 3rd-ish week in July.
I REALLY want to push them out and have that full experience. Not to mention avoiding the 2 week recovery time that comes with a c-section. But as long as those girls are healthy, I don’t care how they enter into the world. They entered my uterus in a non-traditional way, why not? Doc doesn’t know how much longer I’ll make it… but I refuse to give in and allow myself to feel handicapped just yet!