“You’re blood pressure is slightly elevated. We are going to move the c-section to today. Are you prepared?” the doctor asks.
“You bet. Get these babies out of me already, “ I respond.
On the drive to the hospital I am ecstatic. All I think about is being 70 pounds lighter. I would be able to switch sides when sleeping, wear my skinny jeans and walk like a normal person instead of a duck. I would be able to do aerobics and be rid of all these aches and pains. My body would be all mine instead of a host for two alien organisms.
Wait a second. What am I about to do? Oh yeah, that’s right. Give birth. Okay, I could get used to walking like a duck and maternity clothes are actually pretty fashionable these days. I think we need to turn this car around and go straight back to the house. Who am I kidding? Me, a mom, of twins? I don’t think so. I also don’t deal very well with pain, so the whole surgery thing is something I can do without. Ouch. Baby 1 gave me a hard kick. He obviously disagrees with my idea of being pregnant indefinitely.
I am curious to see what they look like. I have only seen vague ultrasound images. I wonder what color their eyes and hair are. Will they look alike? Will they be friends? There is only one way to find out. I am going to endure a great deal of pain and undergo major life changes. I am going to put aside my fears and march myself into the hospital.
“Are you ready?” my husband asks.
“Let’s go before I change my mind.” I respond.
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