Big Baby Mama

I can't believe I've made it this far. I feel like there should be an award ceremony for making it this far with confetti flying all around and people cheering for me and me winning a quarter of million dollars... wait, that's the Biggest Loser. [Although, I wouldn't mind being the Biggest Loser either--after I drop two babies].

I'm currently carrying 11 pounds. Not quite the super human feat of carrying 12 pounds like my good friend Stacey and, might I add, who gave birth to this said almost 12 pound baby, au naturalle (as in no epidural) and no tear. I STILL CAN'T believe it.

My stomach has gone from belly beautiful to monstrously grotesque--and yes, I do exaggerate. But, if you could only see the look on Lee's face whenever he gets a glimpse of my nekked belly, you would understand what I mean. I'll catch him looking and then looking away quickly like if he were to stare at it too long, he would keel over and die. Let me tell you, I've transcended what is a normal pregnant belly. If you could divide me up into sections, my torso takes up 2/3 of my weight, and my belly claims 1/3 of my body. I can confidently say, I NEVER want to be pregnant with twins AGAIN.

Now, we've had some talk about a 4th, but Lee vows to get a vasectomy. I think I can have a 4th if it's in God's plan. Lee says he never wants me to be pregnant again... And if I do ever get pregnant, it wouldn't be by him! (that's kind of funny and kind of not)

Look at me talking about being pregnant again and I still have yet to have these two. I must be crazy! Or hormonal or both.

Now that I'm home, I'm so much happier waiting for the girls to come. I'm still very anxious as to when, what day and time, and what will happen--it's very akin to waiting for Jesus to come back--I'm a little anxious about that too (subconsciously)--that and waiting for the world to end. But that's a crazy ass blog for another day.

I went to the perinatologist yesterday and the babies were a pretty good size-- 5lb 10oz and 5lb 3oz. Grace was born at 5lb 10oz so I think I feel very confident that we are out of the danger zone. My blood pressure was elevated (even though I'm on meds), so they sent me home with two urine catchers so I can collect it for 24 hours. It's pretty disgusting. I've had to do it about 5 times since 2009. But it will show whether or not I have preeclampsia, in which case, they will induce me asap. I was induced with Grace for that very reason.

Watch me not have preeclampsia, not dilate any further, not have anymore contractions. Watch me have to wait until the week of January 29th to get induced at 38 weeks.

Oh THREE more weeks.

LORD HELP ME!

This was me at 34 weeks and 3 days with Grace.
(Such a cute, stretchmark-free belly)

This is me now at 35 weeks and 2 days with twins.

(There's no way I'm taking my shirt off!)