In the spring of 2014 I found out I was pregnant with twins and started documenting my journey in a weekly post. I will be periodically posting these past writings, starting from the beginning. This was written July 8, 2014.
I’m 26 weeks along and starting to get pretty darn uncomfortable. Maybe it’s just the heat but I feel like I had another big growth spurt. My normal, everyday tasks aren’t quite as quick or simple anymore and I find myself getting winded quite easily.
I’m also getting a pain in my left lower back whenever I sit too long. On the 4th of July Nate and I went to the St. Paul Rodeo. We go every year and I always love it. We had a good time but I couldn’t stay seated very long. I had to get up every so often and walk around but that just exhausted me. And every time I got up it felt like a big ordeal helping get the big pregnant lady through.
Because it’s hard to sit for too long and gravity makes it hard to stand too long, I have resigned myself to laying down. A lot. When I first became pregnant I remember being shocked that it was so common for women to go on bed rest while carrying twins. Some for 6 weeks or more! That’s been my greatest fear but now it’s not so hard to imagine how that would be necessary. So I’m trying my best to voluntarily lay down as much as I can when I feel it’s needed so it doesn’t become mandatory.
I’m hoping to keep these babies in here for at least another 10 weeks and If you figure the babies are about 2 pounds each right now and we’re trying to get them to at least 6, that’s another 8 pounds just in baby weight I need to pack in here. In other words, I have a long ways to go. It doesn’t seem like there’s anymore room, but I’m sure I’ll find somewhere.
At the same time, I’m treading a fine line of trying to rest and take care of myself but also condition and prepare my body for labor. I hope to deliver these babies and I know it’s going to take a whole lotta oomph and stamina to make it through.
Another shift I’ve seen this week is the lack of strangers commenting on my pregnancy. It used to be I couldn’t go 5 feet with someone asking me when I was due. This past week I don’t think I’ve had a single stranger comment on my pregnancy.
Maybe it’s the way I carry myself but it’s as if I went from the cute pregnant lady to the giant scary pregnant lady. In fact, the other day in the checkout line at the grocery store there was a young toddler in front of me sitting in the cart. When she noticed my bulging belly she started crying to her mom. She was speaking Spanish so I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but her mom kept reassuring her in English that it was okay and that I wasn’t going to get her. I almost started crying right along with the frightened tot.
The joys of pregnancy! I’m counting down the weeks and heeding everyone’s advice, “Get rest while you can, cause when those babies come you won’t be getting any.”