Today we’re officially 26 weeks…me and the boys. They could be born today and have a 80-90% chance of surviving. This decreases my anxiety quite a bit, but, as I’ve read, we IVF Mom’s tend to worry more than other Moms every single step of the way. We’ve been through enough heartbreak and tragedy that we do not take any of this journey for granted. That being said, I’m having a lot of fun.
They have gone from little butterfly kickers to rabid weasels tied in a pillow case. They are actually PAINFUL. One likes to cuddle up into my ribs and decrease my lung capacity to half and the other thinks Bertha (my uterus) is his personal DoJo. I have gone from a little paunchy to freaking humongous. I no longer fit into my size 10 pants at one point, so I brought out the 12s. I no longer fit into the 12s, so I bought size large maternity clothes from thrift shops. I have now OUTGROWN MY #@^$% MATERNITY CLOTHES and have had to buy a new set in XL. Apparently, my ass is pregnant too. There’s a set of twins back there, presumably girls, just to keep things balanced. And, speaking of “balanced”, there’s no such thing in pregnancy. I am truly a T-rex, just flailing around, running into everything, knocking stuff off tables and shelves, then just staring at said items. “What falls to the floor, stays on the floor.” My hubby told me to stand up straight for our last couple of belly pictures, so I had to look in the mirror to see what he was talking about. I straightened my low back to a normal bend and promptly fell forward.
Sleeping is always an adventure. I run a humidifier because the pregnancy congestion makes me mouth breath and snore otherwise. I have a full bottle of Gaviscon in arm’s reach for the deluge of acid that likes to sit in my esophagus. (There’s actually a bottle in every room at this point.) Then, I have 5 pillows that need repositioning whenever I turn. I tried one of those big pregnancy “U-shaped” pillows, but the shape and bulkiness is just not flexible enough for my needs. Now, let’s talk about the turning in bed. I’ve started sleeping on what a nurse would call a “draw sheet” so that I can pull on it and help myself turn. Otherwise, I’m just a turtle on its back. Don’t want to have to wake up hubby to help. He’ll get his turn at sleep deprivation when the boys come.
But, with every hardship and every pain, I just smile and thank the boys for being there and being healthy. How can I complain?