This week's question involves writing a letter to your pregnant self (the pregnant you that just found out you are having two babies- at once)
Being pregnant with twins sucks. Don't think that you got lucky and didn't have morning sickness because you will have a thrid tri vomit fest that includes heartburn, swollen ankles (I mean serious cankles), zofran, and a slew of other symptoms that shouldn't be mentioned in polite company. There will be cravings and tears. J will laugh at you because of your sobbing switch to hysterical laughter. You will be uncomfortable and you will get so large you can not fit in a booth at restaurants or the desks in class. People will look at you like you are crazy when you tell them you are only 6/7/8 months. You will think there is no way you can get any larger and then you will. You will have stretch marks that make a checker board pattern across your belly and you will think there is no way they make a bra that large.
You will go from this:
It gets better:
But you know what it is worth all the pain and fear and worry. These two little tiny people are worth the cost and the heart ache. They are worth changing every aspect of your life. The money and the car and the house and all the things you will worry about work out in the end.
And you get this:
Totally worth it!