I am waiting now.
No, everything is not ready, but yes, everything is ready enough for these babies to come out of my body and into the world. Now I wait for them; for their lungs to mature, and their little bodies to become stronger. Thanks to the miracle of modern technology that is ultrasonography, I have seen their fingers and toes. I know a little what their faces look like. But I am eager to meet them, eager to hold them, and to share this miracle of life with my husband.
Meanwhile, in my I have entered into some strange new territory of discomfort. The edema that I'd hoped to avoid has come on full force, so that my feet have become fluid filled sacks, shapeless. I broke down and (no offence intended to Crocs lovers) bought my first pair, as they are seemingly the only thing that I can fit my feet into. Even then, I think that I may have gotten too small of a size. My belly is so distended that I have pretty constant back pain now, unless I'm lying completely prone. I feel lucky, though, that I have not been put on bed rest. My babies are safe, my blood pressure is low, and I have done a good job in carrying them these past months.
Two weeks exactly. The nearer that it comes, the more surreal it becomes. (That big round thing in the foreground of the picture is my belly.)
