Six weeks to go.....

I am still on bed rest, and could go in to early labor at any time really, but we are scheduled for a c-section on July 28th.

That's crazy, is it not? Six weeks max.....

There's an illustration here that shows what my boys look like at this point. I'm at 32 weeks, and my doc is determined to get me to 38.

The boys are a little over four pounds each, and kicking the daylights out of me. My favorite thing is when "Baby A" head-butts me. I can literally feel his round little head rubbing against my belly. Of course, the husband likes to say I am feeling Baby A's butt rubbing on me and not his head, but I know from the ultra-sound that hub is wrong. lol...

I look ridiculous these days. I'm officially up twenty pounds from my "procedure date" last November, but I lost twenty pounds in the first tri-mester. I consider myself up by forty pounds, but my doc still says twenty pounds. Whichever amount it is, it is alllllll belly, and boy is that getting hard to carry around. I miss being able to just BREATHE...and don't get me started on the joys of insomnia.... Ugh....

But.....I'm happy.

Hub and I talked in bed last night for a loooooong time about the sense of "awe" we are feeling as we get closer and closer to meeting our babies. Our tenth wedding anniversary is this September, and we were pretty close to just giving up. We've had a happy life together, and I know we would have continued to have a happy life together without biological children. We love each other very much. This journey of ours......all the ups and downs and misfires along the way..... I swear it has made the end result so much sweeter that we are just beside ourselves with joy.

I love my little babies so much already I feel like I am going to just explode.

(...and if you could see my belly, you'd probably think I meant that literally....lol)