I want these babies out!
Everything is exhausting. Stairs are my nemesis. Getting the kids into and out of the car is my least favourite activity, and I avoid it at all costs. The good news is that we finally have our minivan! My dream of owning a Honda Odyssey has come true, my friends. (Seriously, it was a legit #LifeGoal.)
In practical terms, we really are ready to welcome the twins into our lives. I just wish I had the power to know their exact arrival date so I could have my mom arrive a day or two in advance. What we will do with our kids if I go into labour in the middle of the night without Popo here is a bit of a stressful prospect involving a variety of contingency plans, and none of them are particularly appealing.
Emotionally I also feel ready to become a mother of four. As painfully long as nine months of gestation can seem, I definitely needed this time to adjust my brain to the idea of having two more babies instead of one. Now when Miss Cub and I are going about our day, I can see how her twin brothers will fit in there, and I look forward to them joining us. My husband has a generous paternity leave ahead of him, so it will be a few months before I have to function as the only adult in the house. My parents will spend time here, and we’ll have other family members who are helpful houseguests coming too. (I’m really lucky: I have a family of very helpful and non-intrusive people!) The summer will be interesting: keeping the almost-six-year-old occupied, the almost-three-year-old out of trouble and the twins clean(ish) and fed.
I must be as big in the belly now as I was right before giving birth to my singletons (born at 40 and 39 weeks). It sure looks that way when I compare pictures. Maternity shirts now ride up my belly, so if it’s not a dress or a tunic or a men’s XL, I ain’t wearin’ it. On the bright side, I haven’t outgrown my coat extender, so I can still keep warm during this unpleasantly unseasonal cold snap in YYC. A large dumping of snow and painfully cold temperatures have made getting around even more challenging, and I’m about as ready to birth these boys as I am ready for spring!
At what point did you start feeling “done” with being pregnant?