I am now 26 weeks pregnant. AND upright. Wow. Now, that is big. I remember taking our maternity pictures at this point with the boys, standing briefly between contractions around the hospital, trying to keep a glowing smile on my face while wanting to cry out in pain. I remember getting back to my room and being so exhausted from my wheelchair ride and time spent standing, getting an extra shot of terb that night and wondering if we had just made a huge mistake. I love each and every picture we have, and I'm so grateful that our photographer was able to capture those moments and help create a background that looked nothing like the outside of a hospital I wasn't allowed to leave, creating some semblance of normalcy. We were reassured several times that those few minutes would not have impacted the timing of our labor, so I have to trust in that. Regardless, this time around, at 26 weeks, I'm sitting upright on my couch at home. I'm taking my boys to the pool and swimming with them. I'm getting things all ready in the nursery, making a mobile and bedskirt, helping put together a crib, deciding on the wall color. I get more than my allotted 30 minutes of sitting time. It's really quite wonderful to have something so "normal," something so many women take for granted. God has been so gracious to us with this pregnancy, with this sweet little girl growing inside of me. And, minus the whole morning sickness for the first 20 weeks part, I'm starting to see how people might actually enjoy being pregnant, being in awe and wonder at what is happening instead of living in constant fear. I am trying to get over to that side, trying and struggling and failing, but God is working.
We are now 6 days away from when the boys were born, 6 days away from the moment our OB said very calmly that I had done everything I could, and he was going to take them "tonight." So much terror in that moment as my mind flooded with all the things I should have done or things we should have tried or ways I had, once again, failed my children. As I approach what will be the last of these milestones, the last moment to remind me of what went wrong in previous pregnancies, the last trigger for flashbacks and nightmares, I am thankful for these little reassuring kicks and understanding doctors and the prayers of our friends/family who are lifting us all up. And I'm so ready for the moment when all I have ahead of me is something new!