I guess this is rare and special. Everyone says how wonderful it is that I’ve made it this far. One doctor told me I’m the superstar twin pregnancy. My friends tell me I look great, that they can’t believe I’m carrying twins.
I’m doing my best to believe them, and deep down, I am grateful that I’m carrying what seem to be two very healthy little babies.
But I’m tired.
I know, I’m likely to stay tired when I have two infants with different ideas on what it means to sleep—different from mine and probably different from each other’s.
But I’m tired.
I’m tired of eating eggs for breakfast to keep my blood sugar levels down.
I’m tired of having to ignore all the delicious fruit in my fridge for the same reason.
I’m tired of the three outfits in my closet that still fit—sort of.
I’m tired of my hormones.
I’m tired of being unable to move at a reasonable pace.
I’m tired of everyone else around me being tired that I’m tired—did you catch that?
I’m tired of prenatal vitamins and iron supplements that taste like rusty paper clips.
I’m tired of having to pee every 20 minutes.
I’m tired of everyone, especially strangers, asking when I’m due. I just want to be done.
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m tired of being pregnant.
The doula says I look ready, and the doctor says it should be any day now.
Did you hear that girls?
It’s time to come out into the world and let me hold your little squishy bodies to me.
It’s time to meet your Daddy and your big sister.
It’s time to feel the fresh air in your noses and the summer sunshine on your feet.
It’s time to let your grandparents smell your heads and let you fall asleep on their chests.
It’s time, really. Your mother is tired and it’s time to start this thing called life.