Was what greeted me on my return home today and jeeeeez was I ready for it.
I finished work for the Christmas break on Monday, but this carrying twins malarkey is hard!
On Sunday I’ll be 31 weeks. Time seems to have sped up dramatically this last month or 2.
I have a new bathroom and the carpet layers are visiting next week in amongst all the festivities, we just need to get cracking on the nursery and we’re in the home straight.
I’ve been counting myself lucky recently, not just for the obvious, but to be tall, with a long torso (not something I ever thought about being thankful for previously!) only over the last few weeks have I been struggling with being pregnant, I have no idea how a Kylie Minogue sized lady would carry twins! Never have I been so glad of not being dainty 💪🏻 I feel pretty ok most of the time. Bit achey, bit tired, but I’ve sailed through this pregnancy mostly problem free – and long may it continue.
The number I have in my head is 35weeks. If I can get there, hopefully everything will be straight forward. No or minimal NICU time. And if I’m going all out, a natural delivery too please!
Although 35 weeks is only a month away…. 😬
Few more weeks won’t hurt!
Primarily (atm) a place to rant about infertility - i may throw in an odd light hearted post on other subjects too, who knows?! 