I was going to write a post about something completely different today, but then the mail came this morning. Nike barked at the mean man for daring to deliver a package, and I went out in my pajamas (yes, it was 10:30, and I was still pajama-clad) and pulled the package inside. I eagerly opened it – getting mail is always exciting!
One of my fears throughout my twin pregnancy was that I wouldn’t recognize the signs of labor when they came. Every mom that heard me say this laughed at me. “Oh, you’ll know!” Even the nurses I met in the hospital the week I was on bed rest reassured me. “Contractions will stop you in your tracks.”
Well, they were wrong.
Over Christmas, my very talented cousin Rebecca (you might remember her from the embryo transfer) took some maternity pictures of me. I was only about 22 weeks along, so I wasn’t showing that much, but she still managed to get some beautiful shots.