So, today marks the thirty-fifth week in this pregnancy of mine, and it seems like an appropriate time to write a little post about the whole endeavor. A lot of women have asked me if being pregnant with twins is very different from carrying one baby, or just what it is like in general. The truth is that it is a lot like being pregnant with one, just more. It is as though you read one manuscript about pregnancy, and then the same thing was re-submitted to you in all caps with reckless use of exclamation points. The content is familiar, but somehow the tone has escalated.
My stretch marks, which once looked like a tasteful flame decal on an El Camino, have now out-done the most over-embellished jacked-up monster truck around. We just aren’t proceeding in moderation any more. When the babies move, I can start feeling downright motion sick. And I should mention that the babies love to move. It usually seems like they wake each other up. One will start moving, that little stretchy feeling, and after a little bit, the other will suddenly kick violently. I think it must be funny to have someone poke you in the eye while you are still in the womb. But speaking of poking, when I wake up in the mornings, the babies seem to be just firing up a Jane Fonda workout video, and I have to sit up in bed, prop pillows behind my back, and devote my attention to pushing very busy feet out of my ribs.
The other day marked a real turning point for me – time for emergency measures. As I stood in the dressing room at Ross, I called out to my Mom, “These sweatpants aren’t even maternity, they are too tight in the rear, and I am going to buy them and wear them every day until I deliver these children.” She insisted on me buying three pairs, since I really will be wearing them every day, and to be truthful I am sure they will be a postpartum staple too.
It is pretty funny and unknown to think about labor, because I just can’t imagine exactly what will happen. Luckily, I know a good way to find out. I tell myself that it will probably be like delivering a twelve pound, 42″ baby. That doesn’t sound too bad.
We are looking forward to meeting these little people, looking forward to moving out of pregnancy and into this next stage, no matter how funny it will be. It is a very sweet privilege to be having twins, and one that you just can’t help but see as being one of those truly hilarious things God loves to do for us.