Every morning I get up and get ready for the day. These days each morning is spent preparing to visit the muppets. And itâ€™s getting harder and harder to decide what to wear.
Iâ€™m certainly not trying to get dressed up for them. Just trying to find clothes that fit. I have reached that very awkward size stage where maternity clothes are too large but I canâ€™t yet squeeze back into my pre-partum pants. Sad really â€“ because the boys havenâ€™t even reached the developmental stage of spit-up yet.
Even though I gave birth to twins, I only gained 20 pounds (ignoring the hormonal weight gained prior to pregnancy). This is largely attributed to my distinct lack of a third trimester, which Iâ€™ve heard is where mom and babies spend three months accumulating fat.
In the two weeks since Search and Destroyâ€™s arrival, Iâ€™ve lost my little pregnancy tummy. The weight appears to have migrated elsewhere on my body. All for the betterment of my boysâ€¦ As we wait for them to grow up big and strong, I am allowed to walk.
Being mobile again is wonderful! After six weeks on bedrest, getting going again was more difficult than I anticipated. I have now accepted that the 2010 Nike Womenâ€™s Marathon is not in my future. Given their isolette attitudes, Iâ€™m sure Iâ€™ll be running the equivalent of ultra-marathons once the boys are home and mobile. Initially, I got lightheaded walking from the hospital entrance to the NICU. But thatâ€™s where my boys are â€“ so to the NICU go I.
Today I thought Iâ€™d attempt a walk around the block. But then I decided that a walk in 90 degree weather might not be the best decision. I had a nectarine instead. (Oh, McDonaldâ€™s, how Iâ€™ll miss thee â€“ but my allegiance now lies with Old MacDonald and his farm.)
Many people ask how Iâ€™m doing. My standard answer is â€œworried about the boys.â€ My attitude generally correlates with the twinsâ€™ daily prognosis. Itâ€™s a good thing theyâ€™re doing well. How am I doing physically? Fine, I suppose. To be honest, I never really paid attention to the whole physical aspect of the surgery. I had over four pounds of other concern.
So aside from looking a little funny in my pants these days, Iâ€™m doing great. As Iâ€™ve mentioned before, the boys are little fighters. And with that â€“ Iâ€™m off to pump and visit the NICU. Someday Iâ€™ll be back to the size you all remember. Until then, two little men are awaiting my appearanceâ€¦