Can I just echo a sentiment that has been voiced over and over and is echoing in the mind of millions of pregnant ladies all over the universe? That is – time flies, mama. So I’m around 30 weeks pregnant now this moment and heaven knows how long these boys are going to stay put. Unpredictable, these twins. Doc says don’t count on the regular 40 week timeline. Twins come out when they will (as most babies do), but typically earlier than those single guys. So now would be a little too early, but in two weeks? Could be. Four weeks? Likely. Six weeks? I’ll be begging for it. Hmmmmm.
You know what would be a great idea? It would be a great idea to up and move our home. Right now. It would be fun to pack dishes, books, clothes and throw out mad amounts of whatever (whilst the boys are away, of course.) And what would make it even more fun is to just keep my fingers (and legs) crossed that I don’t have any babies while we’re doing this. I mean – that would really put a bump in the day if I went into labor while we had a rental U-Haul, you know? Being torn between getting to the hospital and returning a truck on time. Choices like that are hard. Delivering twins in the back of a U-Haul would be a little bit awesome and I would wear that story like a big badge of honor, but no. Just…no. Don’t want to bear babies in the back of a truck. That is not my birth plan.
Anson and I have been planning this move since Robey (Monseiur Fabufantastical) found us our new dream home, and it all made sense, in my beautiful hypothetical world. But when I got the call today from the landlord who told me officially we can do this, starting……NOW, I had a minor yahooooo….oh mercy….yay…..boooo!….awesome….wait what???….moment. Few moments. Because as predicted by my doc, by the testimonies of pregnant women all over the world, and by all my friends, I have actually come to a point where I’m not actually as moveable as in the past. As in, when I bend over I feel like I’m being strangled. When I sit too long I feel like someone is kicking me in the spine (and I do believe his name is Baby B). When I walk for too long I get a little dizzy, when I focus too long I just go to sleep. Without the decoration of beautiful language – I am suck. I’m like 1/4 the person I used to be and let’s face it that person was like 3/4 the person most people are. There’s an algebraic equation in there somewhere of the current fraction I equal, and if you solve it I’ll send you a golden star. If you send me a self-addressed stamped envelope. (See the above assertion: I am suck.)
Luckily, I have a few safety nets, the same ones I always have. First, I married a workhorse of a husband who tells me that my job is just to keep these babies in my body, and that he’ll do the rest. Second, I have a team, nay an army, no no no a legion of goddesses who call themselves my sisters and friends who are the bosses of me and will be helping me put things in boxes for the workhorse to carry and move. These people are constantly saving my arse and at some point in my life (but not right now apparently) I will hopefully have a chance to get them back for it. But for now…I’m just saying “yes” to their offers of help and smiling at the thought of a new home…with a back yard! And space for my giant supersized family.
I just never know what I’m getting myself into. But damn. Life is really fun, it is interesting, it is never static, and I am currently one grateful mama. Now….to find those boxes….or…a place to take a nap….