I had a routine doctor's appointment today with my OB -- I have two doctors: a regular OB and a specialist (whom I refer to as the fancy doctor because of his high-tech equipment) because I'm carrying multiples. I go to a practice with two OBs, one of which will deliver my children unless I go into labor when they aren't available, and also see a specialist who makes sure the twins are healthy and growing normally (I call him fancy because I'm an idiot who uses terms like fancy and also because his equipment gives us the best pictures of the babies! So far, we've seen the beautiful face of one while the other was camera shy.)
Anyway, at my appointment I found out the minute-long cramping I experienced yesterday around my pelvic area and lower back was most likely a contraction, which (I learned) is normal considering I have more baby in my belly at 24 weeks than normal. My feelings on labor and delivery are somewhat similar to my feelings on raising newborn twins as in I know I can do it and it's going to be hard but I'm also scared. So, when I found out this cramping (which I can only compare to a menstrual cramp) was a contraction, my pregnancy awareness kicked up a notch.
You see, I know I'm pregnant but it hasn't 100% sunk in that I will be giving birth in (hopefully) 14 weeks. I know this to be true but I can't wrap my head around it and everything else (being a mother, taking care of newborn twins, etc.). So, things like having a contraction and feeling my sons flutter in my belly push me closer towards full pregnancy realization but I am still astounded daily this is all happening.
Similar to the first year of raising twin boys with a husband who works full-time, I'm sure we'll look back on this all and laugh while not being able to fathom life without our sons but it's still odd. However, maybe I'll come to full-realization mode before I deliver because every week I seem to feel more pregnant. Not simply because my belly is expanding but because I feel aches and pains (especially my hips) and am really tired.
My heartburn has kicked up a notch, making me feel like a fire-breathing dragon, my hips hurt in the morning like I've been riding a bronco all night (trust me, I have not), I tire easily, am hungrier, thirstier (I didn't think it was possible) and am somewhat emotional. My body aches and the flutters in my belly are becoming more pronounced every day as my sons grow. However, I think it takes nine months to make a baby (or 38 weeks or less with the case of multiples) so you can slowly become aware of this crazy miracle, to fully grasp everything involved and it's magnitude. I'm allowed to have children, even two at a time! Me! It boggles my mind. I am going to give birth, either vaginally or through C-section, and be in charge of two boys! Me! I am slowly becoming more and more excited and less fearful day by day.
In the words of my sweet mother, "You can do it!"
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