I'm so done, it's too bad the babies are not (Warning! Whine alert!)

I had yet another ultrasound today. For the most part, things are going well. The best news is that each girl is ~4.1 pounds, putting them in the 64th percentile for weight. The not so good news is that Baby B still has slightly enlarged kidneys, one of which is larger than it was a month ago. I've done the whole surgery-on-a-newborn-thing with P., and I'm not anxious to do it again. Prayers for Baby B would be appreciated. The other piece of not so great news is that I still have placenta previa and at this point it is not looking good that anything is going to change. This means I am probably looking at having a C-section to have these two girls. I have a lot of questions to ask my midwife tomorrow in regard to these last two issues.

The fact that each baby weighs so much explains why I feel as though I've been walking around overdue for the past couple of weeks. That makes over 8 pounds of baby, plus 2 placentas filled with amniotic fluid. I'm now carrying around more weight than I did with D. at 40+ weeks...and he was 9 pounds at birth. While my body seems to do a terrific job at growing babies, it doesn't leave a lot left over for me. I feel as though every ounce of energy has been shunted over to baby growth. Even with the extra iron I've been taking, I often feel as though I need to sit down or I'll fall down because of feeling light headed. That combined with lower back pain, sciatica down both hips, round ligament pain that feels like a charlie horse in my lower abdomen, and just my sheer bulk makes for a pretty pathetic specimen of a mother at the moment. Oh, and because of the sciatica and the babies lodging themselves under my rib cage, getting comfortable to sleep is nearly impossible. And I love to sleep. I really miss being able to curl up, getting comfortable in bed, and falling asleep. I can't roll over now, I have to wake up, sit up, and then lie back down. The other night I somehow got on my back and had to wake J. up because I couldn't move. I felt like a beetle trapped on its back waving its feet in the air. (Yes, go ahead and laugh...it's funny and I'm sure in a couple of months I'll think it's hilarious.) Last night, I was so uncomfortable I got up and went downstairs to watch a movie. It seemed a better option than just tossing and turning for most of the night.

So, that is my sob story. I'm trying to remind myself of the beautiful babies that all this discomfort will result in. But if I'm perfectly honest, some days I just don't know how I'm going to get through the rest of the day, much less 6 to 8 more weeks. I'm sure my ever patient husband and nearly always patient children will be as thrilled as I am when the babies are born...but for a different reason. Having a functioning, non-hormonal wife and mother will be a wonderful thing for them. And you can pity the phone solicitors who call our house for the next few weeks. I don't mean to be rude, but when what little patience I have is used on my family, well...