Im feeling good other than the fact that I feel like a beached whale. I am bursting out of all of my maternity clothes. Clothes are uncomfortable anyway. I cant fit any of my shoes, I am so glad its spring because other wise my feet would be frost bitten. Babe has to help me put my pants on because when I lift my legs it feels like my pelvis is gong to crack in half. I cant bend over because I cant breathe. I have had excrutiating pain in my breast for the last 6 mnths, the pain finally stopped but now Im leaking milk. I know its TMI but bras are uncomfortable and sometimes I would like a break but now thats not possible unless I want to soak the matress. Oh the joys of pregnancy. I better not even thinking about walking more than a half of block. Im so out of breath by then. My dr says its only gonna get worse, especially in the third trimester and I have about a week before I get there. According to him thats when the belly is really gonna stretch. Im complaining but Im happy...just happy that I have made it this far because in the beginning the outlook was grim for the girls...things can still happen But I am thankful for every painful and uncomfortable moment...I would rather go through physical pain and have them here healthy and safe, then to go through emotional pain and not have them at all. I love these 2 little girls and when they get here healthy, safe and sound it will be worth being a beached whale, eating us out of house and home, being tired, out of breath, not fitting my shoes, being confined to the bed, not being able to sleep and my personal favorite going from a size 40dd bra to a freakin 48f....yes its that serious.
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