Thirty-Seven Weeks
Some wish to be done by now.
I relish in it.
As I sit to write this on a late evening, long past my pregnant-mom-of-twin-toddler bedtime, I am hesitant still to say what I am about to share with you: I am 37 Weeks and 1 Day pregnant. 5 full weeks longer than I was pregnant with my twin boys.
I sat to write this post 4 weeks and 6 days ago, as I celebrated the emotional victory of making it to 32 weeks and 2 days. But, I stopped myself. Despite the irrationality of it, I felt if I put this accomplishment out into the world, it would somehow jinx my current pregnancy. The thing is, I started this pregnancy with such hope and excitement for staying pregnant all the way til the end, but never really expected the emotional battles of getting past the preterm delivery I experienced nearly 3 years ago.
Now, I am so proud to say, I have made it to "Term." Perhaps it is still "Early Term" by medical definitions, but that haunting "pre" fix is gone. We did it. We're at 37 weeks!
While I awoke yesterday morning throwing an emotional victory party for myself, I only received unsolicited congratulations from one person. I realize it is unreasonable to think that the world should stop and recognize my and baby girl's accomplishment, but to have just one friend do so meant the world to me.
For everyone who has carried a baby to full term: I applaud you! You may have felt big and uncomfortable near the end, and even wished for your baby to come earlier, but your body and your baby held on. And you should be celebrated for having the greatest start at a healthy life for your little one(s). I believe you would be hard-pressed to find a Preemie Mom who didn't envy you and wish she could take on even just a little of your full-term discomfort and extend her own pregnancy for the health of her child. But we are happy for you, and so glad to watch as you welcome a new little miracle into your arms and not into the embrace of an incubator.
We take for granted what our bodies are made to do, and what they are truly capable of. I wish I could say that this Term pregnancy was achieved by the sheer success of my body, but the truth is we had medical help that I will share in an upcoming post (as I don't wish to tarnish this victory with the unpleasant reminders of all it took to get here).
Today, I will rejoice and be glad in our 37 week splendor! I hope you will join me.
What better way to celebrate this accomplishment for our family than to launch our 3rd annual March of Dimes fundraising season for Team ChiuBabies. Our goal this year is to raise $1,715--and every little bit helps.
Join Our Journey: http://www.marchforbabies.org/ChiuBabies
Follow me on Instagram @merrymommyblog
Some wish to be done by now.
I relish in it.
As I sit to write this on a late evening, long past my pregnant-mom-of-twin-toddler bedtime, I am hesitant still to say what I am about to share with you: I am 37 Weeks and 1 Day pregnant. 5 full weeks longer than I was pregnant with my twin boys.
I sat to write this post 4 weeks and 6 days ago, as I celebrated the emotional victory of making it to 32 weeks and 2 days. But, I stopped myself. Despite the irrationality of it, I felt if I put this accomplishment out into the world, it would somehow jinx my current pregnancy. The thing is, I started this pregnancy with such hope and excitement for staying pregnant all the way til the end, but never really expected the emotional battles of getting past the preterm delivery I experienced nearly 3 years ago.
Now, I am so proud to say, I have made it to "Term." Perhaps it is still "Early Term" by medical definitions, but that haunting "pre" fix is gone. We did it. We're at 37 weeks!
While I awoke yesterday morning throwing an emotional victory party for myself, I only received unsolicited congratulations from one person. I realize it is unreasonable to think that the world should stop and recognize my and baby girl's accomplishment, but to have just one friend do so meant the world to me.
For everyone who has carried a baby to full term: I applaud you! You may have felt big and uncomfortable near the end, and even wished for your baby to come earlier, but your body and your baby held on. And you should be celebrated for having the greatest start at a healthy life for your little one(s). I believe you would be hard-pressed to find a Preemie Mom who didn't envy you and wish she could take on even just a little of your full-term discomfort and extend her own pregnancy for the health of her child. But we are happy for you, and so glad to watch as you welcome a new little miracle into your arms and not into the embrace of an incubator.
We take for granted what our bodies are made to do, and what they are truly capable of. I wish I could say that this Term pregnancy was achieved by the sheer success of my body, but the truth is we had medical help that I will share in an upcoming post (as I don't wish to tarnish this victory with the unpleasant reminders of all it took to get here).
Today, I will rejoice and be glad in our 37 week splendor! I hope you will join me.
What better way to celebrate this accomplishment for our family than to launch our 3rd annual March of Dimes fundraising season for Team ChiuBabies. Our goal this year is to raise $1,715--and every little bit helps.
Join Our Journey: http://www.marchforbabies.org/
Follow me on Instagram @merrymommyblog
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