Today is the day. Today is when it all ended in Bobby and Maya's pregnancy. At 27w5d, contractions wouldnt stop and we delivered two, beautiful babies who had a long and winding road ahead of them that, thankfully, led back to us. As of 7:20 tonight, little Michael, the youngest of our children, will be gestationally the oldest and this pregnancy journey will take an entirely new turn for me because I'll never have been 'this' pregnant anymore.
If someone had told me I'd be mowing grass and hedge trimming (27w2d) or putting in a flower border, trimming more hedges, and mulching (27w3d), or even that I'd still be able to pull Bobby and Maya in the wagon or go for walks and runs (27w4d), I think I'd have laughed. I wanted to laugh, honestly, when Dr. Haney told me that this pregnancy would be normal... That I'd finish all of my P17 shots (9 more to go!)... That I'd hit the 3rd trimester with flying colors (2 more days!)... That I'd make it to our scheduled c/s (71 more days!)... I mean, really- me? Not after the pregnancy rollercoaster I'd been on for what felt like forever.
And yet, how can I doubt him? I'm here- at this last day of pregnancy as I know it- and I still have this amazing little guy kicking away and sending me to the bathroom every 5 minutes! This miracle that I never imagined in the first place becoming the miracle I could never even fathom in my wildest dreams. Lucky, blessed, whatever you call it, each moment feels surreal at times and, as I walk by this youngest child's bedroom and ponder the idea that I might- I will- come home from the hospital with him in tow... Blows my mind. Absolutely.
So... New Pregnancy Journey? Here we go...