35 WEEKS

This time last year I was 35 weeks pregnant. I had started snoring (very sexy, I know) and Josh had to sleep on an air mattress in the living room to get some rest. (At the time he was working full time & going to Clark College full time.) I was craving red meat (which I couldn't have because of my gallbladder) and drinking Slurpees like there was no tomorrow. I was past my GOAL which had been 34 weeks, and was feeling confident that the boys would be born healthy.


I am very nostalgic and the last few days I have been looking back at the end of my pregnancy via the journal I kept, the week by week photos, and the photos from our first few weeks with the babies. I just can't believe how quickly it all went by. I miss their fuzzy backs, their red hair, and their brand new baby cries.
I don't miss waking up every three hours around the clock, not being able to hold them both at once when they so desperately needed me, and second guessing myself. Their growth is easier to see than mine, but I have been growing right along with them. I have been working on becoming a more confident mommy. A mommy who knows her priorities, holds on to her expectations & lets no one make her feel bad about choices she's made in her childrens' best interest. It's been a lot of work, but totally worth it.
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