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37/38 weeks

Alright babies, listen up!  We’ve got you surrounded!  We have several doctors, nurses and other medical personnel out here with their appropriate utensils and tools, built for cutting, pulling and yanking.  This is your final warning.  You have exactly 24 hours to come out with your hands up or we will come in to get you.  I cannot sugar coat this anymore.  GET OUT.  GET OUT.  YOU ARE NOT WELCOME ANY LONGER.  Like a bad friend or rude family member, you have overstayed your welcome.  Now, please allow us to state that we are seriously impressed with your commitment to the uterus but it’s time to move on and go our separate ways.

Earlier this week we took you in for your final ultrasound with both Grandma-mas in tow.  They’re both from “Back When” so neither of them have ever seen an ultrasound performed before…I know it’s hard to believe, but when your grandparents were children, there was no such thing as electricity or cars and fire had just been invented so stoves weren’t even in the question.  Regardless, all four of us were, as always, exceptionally excited to see your contorted, fuzzy, black and white bodies twitching and punching in there like tiny little boxers having isolated seizures.

Guesstimated weight for you two chunky fatsos are now as follows; Baby A, hailing from the left side of the womb is weighing in at a hefty 6lbs 14 oz while Baby B, visiting us from the right side of the womb, stands in at a beefy 6 lbs 6 oz.  Both excellent!  Both solid little cinder blocks.  Sturdy individuals.

I can’t help but wonder if either of you will tip the scales towards the 7 pound mark by Thursday.  Probably.  When I asked John what he thought he reached out and shook my belly, speaking softly into it, asking, “Oh, Magic 8 Ball, will the babies bypass the 7 pound mark?”  He then stared at my belly button and simply said, “Ask again later”.

Very funny…

Actually, on Thursday (the day you will be unceremoniously ripped from my womb) we will be 38 weeks and 1 day pregnant.  Now, you’re probably not a science buff (yet) but that’s just over FULL TERM for a SINGLE BABY!  Never in a million years would I have dreamt that we’d make it this far.  There is no doubt in my mind that you two should be totally cooked and ready to hit the ground running (almost literally).  If you were noodles you’d be extremely soggy right about now.  Your dad likes to joke that you’ll probably be born with driver’s licenses and mustaches.  -)     (cyclops winky emoticon)

The dreaded PUPPPS has come back with a horrible vengeance in the last couple of days and I have been itching like nobody’s business.  It’s awful.  Seriously, I look like I went rolling nude through a patch of poison oak.  Thankfully, other than that little treat and my swollen hands and feet that look like stuffed party weiners, we’re actually doing pretty well.  You’re both moving like crazy and seem to like it when we “pet” you through the belly.  Mee-YOW.

Your dad and I were lying in bed last night talking about how crazy it is that you are FINALLY going to be here in just two more days!  That’s nuts!  We’re going to be parents of TWO children in just two days.  This completely blows my mind and I am honestly having a hard time trying to really soak in what that means.  I think it must be something that you can’t fully understand until you’re already knee deep in it.  The main thought that keeps rolling through my mind on constant loop is, “This time next week…..this time next week…..”

The entire pregnancy has been an incredible experience every step of the way (albeit, not always an exactly easy/pleasant one) and we both feel so blessed to be starting this new journey with you two.  I can’t wait to show you how incredible this place can be.  I promise that we will try our hardest to not screw you up beyond repair but I cannot make any guarantees.  Just brace yourself for good cooking (me) and bad jokes (dad) and you’ll be ready for just about anything!

See you in two days!  We’ll be the ones smiling stupidly and saying, “Whoa” on repeat.

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35 weeks

Let me preface this post with a disclaimer.

The above photo is NOT my idea.  I have seen this concept shot 500 different times by 500 different photographers.  The PC term for this in the photo world is to say that I was “inspired” but here at The Letter B Photography we like to call a spade a spade………we totally ripped someone else’s awesome idea off.  I’ve never used this idea for a client shoot: because I have a hard time taking “inspiration” that far but I always knew that when we finally decided to flood the world with our own spawn that this photo would be happening.  I love it and bravo to whoever you are Mr. Original Photographer for coming up with this.  It’s awesome and so are you……….probably!

Ok.  Back to business.

35 weeks!  Whoop, whoop!  That means that we are a measly 7 days away from a full term twin pregnancy.  I feel almost as accomplished and proud for making it this far as I did the day I correctly answered Prague for the capital of Czech Republic in an oral pop quiz 5th grade Geography class.

Twin A, you have dropped really low this week (anatomically speaking) and have made walking and sitting quite the adventure.  I think the pregnancy waddle is now a permanent part of our ever expanding vocabulary.  This combined with all those fun Braxton Hick’s contractions makes me hope that maybe we’re not too far off after all.  And on a side note let me just say, if these are practice contractions, I am so happy that I will not be able to share in the joyful experience of the real thing.  Yikes!  Anyways………we need you to stay in for about one and a half more weeks and then we are going to be asking you to kindly get out.  I’ve already Googled the 29 Ways to Start Labor Naturally………….and I’m not scared to use them.  Well, other then the castor oil trick……..I think we’ll be passing on that one.

This week we finally got to have the Good Doctor back.  Praise Jesus!  It’s funny how much I appreciate this icy woman after suffering through two horrific appointments with Dr. Evil.  I could have literally kissed her when she offered me some antibiotics for our blasted cold!  I am excited to hopefully be over that hot mess – it was starting to be a real downer.  She said you still look great and have wonderful little heartbeats.  But despite my fervent requests to have the c-section scheduled by the end of the year she sadly would not accommodate and set the BIG day for January 5th.  I have to be honest…….I REALLY hope that this symbiotic relationship does not last that long…and I also hope that we can just go into labor like everyone else in the world gets to everyday.  For some reason, having a scheduled c-section makes me feel like a lot of the fun/magic is taken out of it.  Almost like going to the dentist or getting your driver’s license renewed.  Your dad is driving me nuts lately because he refuses to join me in my many impending parenthood freak outs and just keeps mumbling “Que sera, sera” in a very mocking voice.  This makes me want to choke him even though I know he’s fundamentally right.

Speaking of Mr. Dad.  This time of year and your impending birth brings up a lot of really bittersweet emotions for us.  Just two years ago this week we were in the middle of probably the bleakest and most hopeless periods of our lives (so far and hopefully ever).  The below photo was taken as we were being discharged from the hospital after chemotherapy round 3 and your dad was in pretty tough shape.  Don’t let his cheery smile fool you, he was like death warmed over.

It’s amazing to me how much life can change in such a short amount of time.  Two years ago we were in the middle of medical hell and thought that children would never even be an option for us and now we’re healthy and happy and hopefully days way from meeting you two wonderful little people.  I feel as though our lives really couldn’t get any better than they are right now.

What’s that saying about cups running over………

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