37 Weeks

My original goal was to make it to 37 weeks-and I have. That said, these last couple days I had really hoped I wouldn't have to type out that title. When I got my cerclage out (it was NOT comfortable) my doctor told me I was at 2 cm and Baby A was right there ready to go. He asked how close we lived to the hospital and to come in after I felt 2-3 labor pains.  He said he didn't think I'd last the weekend and that  he thought due to baby A's position it would be short. Well, here I am lasting the weekend. I should never underestimate my body's desire to keep babies in.  I also shouldn't have gotten my hopes up just because he said all of that.  The next day I was incredibly active in the hopes of getting my labor going. Danny and I went on a long walk (well, for me it was long, I'm still sore-I guess I lost all of my leg muscle), I vacuumed the house, did the floor boards on my hands and knees, vacuumed out the car, installed the car seats etc.  I was very relieved I didn't go into labor that night-I was exhausted. Anyway, since then I have walked around all day to no avail.  I have had a few labor pains here and there-but nothing that felt real.  Every morning I hope I'll go into labor and every night I hope that I won't so I can just sleep.  I know that they will come when they're ready-and I am incredibly glad that every day they're inside they are getting nice and fat. Selfishly, however, I want to be able to breath again:) I can't really express how uncomfortable I am at this point.  The nice thing is that if the girls don't come on their own, I know I only have one more week to go.

My attempt this week-fuzzy and eye-less.