I’m huge. Literally. 29 weeks pregnant with twins and shockingly large. How does a body go through such a tremendous transition and so insanely fast? I can barely look in the mirror because it hurts to see how swollen my body has become and how unrecognizable my feet are. I feel like I’m going stark raving mad day by day. The heat doesn’t help. This summer has been ridiculous. Moving with any sort of grace in this humidity is nothing short of a miracle. I bump into everything and knock over anything in my path. Basically, I’ve timed a twin pregnancy brilliantly . . . smack dab in the middle of the hottest summer on record. Genius.
Yes, I’m frustrated and very much over this pregnancy. I truly believe anyone would be in my situation. However, I’m humbled. Truly humbled by the miracle I’m experiencing on a daily basis. Hot or not, I love feeling them move. I hang on all the wonderful ultrasound pictures just trying to use my imagination to piece together their precious faces. I love them. I would carry them forever if I had to. I guess this is how you know you love your children unconditionally right from the start.
I’m having a hot summer and I wish I had my waist back, but I’m blessed. So keep the kicking up twins and turn the volume up heat. I’ll take it with a smile and silently countdown the days until I feel relief. Relief from the summer sun, the ache in my back, and the anxiety I feel about my tiny miracles and their health.
I’ve got several more weeks left (hopefully if everything stays on track), and I’m stuck in the middle of wanting it to end so I can be put out of my misery and holding onto the magic of pregnancy. Summer sun, bring it. I’m going to keep wearing my gigantic maternity pants and suck down all the lemonade I can find. I’m huge, I’m hot, but I’m very humbled.