The Girl Who Cried Labor: Strike 2

36 WEEKS WITH TWINS!

This past Thursday was an important day for me and this pregnancy. I hit my gestational goal of 36 weeks on Thursday June 12- WOOHOO! In the days after we found out we were expecting twins, there were several twin pregnancy "warnings" that began to surface, mainly the risk of twins being born early and the increased possibility of bedrest. So as I got used to the idea of carrying twins, I decided I was going to set a goal of 36 weeks for these babies. I decided to do everything in my power to keep them cookin' for 36 weeks and we have made it to the goal!

The other piece of the puzzle was avoiding bed rest at all cost. Daniel was convinced that if I upped my activity level early on then I could trick my body into thinking being super active is the norm. And I think it worked! I have chased after Isaiah and walked as much as possible plus God has been gracious and I have had zero reason to be put on bed rest- praise the Lord!! My blood pressure is normal, the babies heart rates are perfect, we are doing GREAT!

BUT the one thing I wasn't warned about was being on high alert for signs of labor once I got close to the end. Most of the resources I read said that twins come early. So since December I've had it in my mind that ours would too. Making it to 36 weeks seemed like an eternity anyway, surely they'd come not long after that. And now, at least once a day, I think either my water broke or I'm having contractions (more productive than Braxton Hicks contractions anyway.)

Once a day. Every. Single. Day since I hit my 36 weeks mark.

A few nights ago I got up at 3 am to use the bathroom and was CERTAIN my water broke. I joyfully climbed back into bed thinking "I'll get sleep now so that when the painful contraction start up I'll have a little more energy stored." Next thing I know, it's 8am and I awake with no pain, no contractions, no signs of labor whatsoever. Sigh.

This past Sunday morning I was at church and I just picked up Isaiah from his Sunday School class. As I was walking up the stairs to the sanctuary I felt little drops of water hitting the backs of my legs. I thought "Finally! This is it!" I quickly handed Isaiah to Daniel and ran to the bathroom to take care of things. Except there was nothing to take care of. I had no clue where the water had come from. Until I got back to Daniel & Isaiah and saw that the lid to Isaiah's water bottle wasn't screwed on tightly and was sprinkling water droplets with every step. Ugh. Double sigh.

Or the WORST is when I have a dream that I am already in labor only to wake up and discover IT WAS JUST A DREAM! GGGAAAHHH!!

Every internal twinge, every trip to the bathroom, every movement or kick from the twins and I think I'm on the verge of labor. It's ANNOYING! And the worst part is, I KNOW what it feels like to go into labor. When I was pregnant with Isaiah, it was very obvious when my water broke- there was no guessing game about it.

I am more than just the girl who cried labor. I'm the obsessive, can-think-of-little-else, nearly-gone-crazy girl who cried labor.

The thrill of my 36 week victory was short-lived considering now I'd do just about anything to get labor started. Send me your wives tales, your theories, and your advice friends as I am one HUGELY pregnant, overly-tired mama who is ready to meet these babes on the OUTSIDE!

And I'll be 37 weeks on Thursday June 19.