34 Weeks

I've been meaning to write this post for some time now. Although I'm 35 + 4 now, hitting 34 weeks was a huge milestone for me. 34 weeks is the most pregnant I've ever been. On Tuesday, September 3rd, 2013 I delivered my twins girls at exactly 34 weeks. 

As this milestone approached I felt myself getting more and more anxious. The crib still wasn't painted or assembled, the dresser was still in the garage, and all of the wall art was sitting in the "baby's room" on the floor. On top of that, I was planning and crafting for the girls' birthday party. I tried to explain to W how nervous this was all making me, and eventually he got the idea. By my 34 week date we had a crib assembled with bedding, a dresser in the room, and most of the wall art up. I was feeling so much better about things. 

Even though I know most babies don't come that early, I was still super anxious about hitting (and crossing) the 34 week mark. 

Tomorrow I will see my OB to get instructions on my switch from Lovenox to Heparin at 36 weeks. I never made it to that point last pregnancy, and it's a huge step towards (hopefully) having my VBAC. The lovenox was the reason I had to be under general anesthesia for the birth of the girls. I started weekly appointment and will have another ultrasound next week. 

To me, 34 weeks was a huge milestone that needed to be celebrated (despite all of the anxiety it came with). I'm so grateful every day to still be pregnant, even though it's not always the most glamorous thing. It's funny I was worried about having a preemie for so long and now that I'm almost past that point I'm hoping I don't have to worry about going a lot past my due date. It's amazing how your perspective can change so quickly.