Let me preface this post with a disclaimer.
The above photo is NOT my idea. I have seen this concept shot 500 different times by 500 different photographers. The PC term for this in the photo world is to say that I was “inspired” but here at The Letter B Photography we like to call a spade a spade………we totally ripped someone else’s awesome idea off. I’ve never used this idea for a client shoot: because I have a hard time taking “inspiration” that far but I always knew that when we finally decided to flood the world with our own spawn that this photo would be happening. I love it and bravo to whoever you are Mr. Original Photographer for coming up with this. It’s awesome and so are you……….probably!
Ok. Back to business.
35 weeks! Whoop, whoop! That means that we are a measly 7 days away from a full term twin pregnancy. I feel almost as accomplished and proud for making it this far as I did the day I correctly answered Prague for the capital of Czech Republic in an oral pop quiz 5th grade Geography class.
Twin A, you have dropped really low this week (anatomically speaking) and have made walking and sitting quite the adventure. I think the pregnancy waddle is now a permanent part of our ever expanding vocabulary. This combined with all those fun Braxton Hick’s contractions makes me hope that maybe we’re not too far off after all. And on a side note let me just say, if these are practice contractions, I am so happy that I will not be able to share in the joyful experience of the real thing. Yikes! Anyways………we need you to stay in for about one and a half more weeks and then we are going to be asking you to kindly get out. I’ve already Googled the 29 Ways to Start Labor Naturally………….and I’m not scared to use them. Well, other then the castor oil trick……..I think we’ll be passing on that one.
This week we finally got to have the Good Doctor back. Praise Jesus! It’s funny how much I appreciate this icy woman after suffering through two horrific appointments with Dr. Evil. I could have literally kissed her when she offered me some antibiotics for our blasted cold! I am excited to hopefully be over that hot mess – it was starting to be a real downer. She said you still look great and have wonderful little heartbeats. But despite my fervent requests to have the c-section scheduled by the end of the year she sadly would not accommodate and set the BIG day for January 5th. I have to be honest…….I REALLY hope that this symbiotic relationship does not last that long…and I also hope that we can just go into labor like everyone else in the world gets to everyday. For some reason, having a scheduled c-section makes me feel like a lot of the fun/magic is taken out of it. Almost like going to the dentist or getting your driver’s license renewed. Your dad is driving me nuts lately because he refuses to join me in my many impending parenthood freak outs and just keeps mumbling “Que sera, sera” in a very mocking voice. This makes me want to choke him even though I know he’s fundamentally right.
Speaking of Mr. Dad. This time of year and your impending birth brings up a lot of really bittersweet emotions for us. Just two years ago this week we were in the middle of probably the bleakest and most hopeless periods of our lives (so far and hopefully ever). The below photo was taken as we were being discharged from the hospital after chemotherapy round 3 and your dad was in pretty tough shape. Don’t let his cheery smile fool you, he was like death warmed over.
What’s that saying about cups running over………