Today is an anniversary, of sorts.
Today marks 34 weeks that my babies have been here, on the outside.
Why is that significant?
Because that’s also how long they were on the inside.
And perhaps that’s pretty insignificant to most people, but it feels special to me.
The past 34 weeks have been, without a doubt, the best 34 weeks of my entire life. So many smiles, tears, ups, downs (but really, mostly ups). So much laughter and LOVE. So. Much. Love. But that’s not to say the 34 before this weren’t special too.
Maybe it’s the time of year & sort of reliving my pregnancy on the other side, maybe it’s that it seems many people are pregnant right now, or perhaps it’s even that I see my babies growing & developing so quickly. I don’t know but something has me really missing being pregnant these days.
I’m feeling a little sad that 34 weeks ago today I woke up a pregnant woman for what could’ve been the last time. We’re not permanently shutting down our baby making parts or anything (TMI? Idc.), it’s just that we don’t know if more children are in our future or not. And if you ask my husband about it he will tell you, “No. absolutely not. No more kids.”
I know how lucky I am to have experienced being pregnant at all, let alone carrying two babies at once.
And let me tell you, luck doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about actually being a mom to these guys. There are truly no words to describe how that feels. I’ve learned, in the past 34 weeks, that there are no limits to my love. And in the 34 weeks before that, I learned that there is simply no way to prepare for the ways in which your world will change. But you can prepare for each week beyond the birth of your child(ren) to be the best of your life.
It just keeps gettin’ better.