Before I write anything else, I would first like to make clear that I realize I am not the first pregnant woman in the world. There have been millions before me. I also acknowledge the fact that I am not the first person to be pregnant with triplets. As amazing as it is to me, I'm not the only one. I know my experience isn't totally unique.
Okay, with that clearly stated, I can write the rest of the post with a clear conscience.
Wait, more clarifications. I love being pregnant. I love the fact that my body is housing three perfect little spirits and helping them grow. Especially since at one point, I came to an acceptance that I was never going to be pregnant in this lifetime. I love that our three little munchkins will be a combo of me and my handsome husband. Especially since I also accepted the fact that this might never happen. So now that I am actually bulging and huge, I love it. Very grateful and very happy.
Alright, I think that sums up the disclaimers. Let me proceed...
Being pregnant with 3 babies is crazy!
I skipped that happy 2nd trimester phase where you are pregnant and comfortable and loving life. I maybe had 10 days of that feeling. I went from 1st trimester puking and 24/7 nausea to 3rd trimester swelling and not being able to sleep at night.
Within a couple days I became temporarily unmarried. I had to take off my wedding ring for fear it would make my ever swelling sausage looking finger turn purple and fall off. Chris had to go sleep in the next room because I need 25 pillows in various places to be comfortable at night. I just tell myself it's only temporary. We still love each other. Big sigh on the separate beds thing.
The carpal tunnel is pretty cool. I haven't felt the tips of my fingers for a month. My hands will literally not close in the morning. Sweet Chris makes my breakfast for me. Luckily (well, not for them) my sister's house had some delays in closing so she is still here for my beck and call. Not to mention my mom taking a 1/2 day off from school to drive me to the doctor because I can't grip a steering wheel for longer than 5 minutes. It's a group effort really. My entire family is amazing.
Itching? Yes. Stomach? Of course. Every other place on my body that is covered in skin? You betcha. Itching and itching and itching. I'm wondering if there is a procedure where you can peel your skin off and just start over. I did see it in a Shel Silverstein poem once...but that was because they were hot, not because of itching.
Okay. I feel better. Thanks for letting me be honest. Thanks for not mistaking my documenting of crazy pregnancy symptoms (to me anyway...I've never done this before!) with complaining.
The babies are growing and healthy! I had a mini anxiety breakdown the other night when I was investigating my belly and I came to the realization that these 3 people had to come out sometime and when they did we had to take care of them...like always...there are only two parents...little ones need a lot of love...I'm only one, very inexperienced, first time mom. I almost broke down. Then I saw the strangest thing.
A ladybug crawling down the mirror. I was in the basement bathroom. Usually known for spiders. And it was November. Cold. But here was this beautiful ladybug, crawling right across my line of sight. I used to count spots when I was younger. Each spot was a wish. So I counted. Fifteen spots. Fifteen is a multiple of three. I thought that had to be a good sign. I gave each one 4 wishes. I saved the last 3 for myself. I'm keeping them in reserve for an anxiety ridden rainy
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