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 29, 2014.
For Nate and I, starting a family was never an afterthought or an “oops” moment. We have hoped for and dreamed of starting a family for several years now. Nate is settled in his career, we just built a house, all the pieces are lined up. We’re both at points in our lives where we are completely ready for children without an ounce of doubt in our minds. So when I say that we are ready, I mean we are ready! For the most part. We just might not be quite fully prepared.
In my mind, 30 weeks has always been the point at which I wanted to be fully prepared for their arrival. With twin pregnancies there is a very real possibility of premature birth or long-term bed rest. Either of those could come for me at any day.
Nate has been busting through some “honey do” projects and we’ve been busy putting the nursery together. I’m trying to go through the house and get some organizing done before the babies come, but between resting and summer activities the whole getting ready thing is going slower than I had hoped. The garden needs weeded, the beans need canned, there’s an outdoor concert to enjoy, and of course those much needed naps get in the way too.
As my belly gets bigger and bigger and my feet continue to slowly swell, I’m approached with the reality that my days of running around with Karson and Lucy still in utero are numbered. Whether or not they come early, I am slowing down faster and faster and I’m not going to have everything I hoped I’d have ready.
And as much as I said we are ready for kids, when it comes to their arrival, I really don’t have a clue as to how to take care of two newborn babies. But just as everyone who has continued to procreate for thousands of years before me, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.
This pregnancy could go on another 10 weeks or maybe just two (hopefully at least 7). Just as everyone has said it would, the last 29 weeks have blown by me. As much as I’ve mumbled and grumbled, being pregnant has been an amazing experience. I love feeling of their kicks and thinking about their tiny little hearts beating inside me. I love dreaming about what they’ll look like and who they’ll become. And as an added bonus, I now know what the inside of my belly button looks like, but I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.
I don’t think we’ll ever be fully prepared, but either way we are ready and I can speak for us both when I say, we can’t wait to meet our babies!