My belly has taken on a life of its own. When I look at it now it almost looks fake. Each morning I wake up to find it larger than I remember it. I'm not sure how the babies can move at all since it seems like it would be pretty tight in there. The only thing keeping up my spirits these days is knowing that I'm on the homestretch.
Sunday will make 32 weeks, and that is my minimum goal. I would be happy at 34 or 35 weeks, but everyday I wonder how my body will possibly manage for that long. This pregnancy is definitely the most physically demanding thing I have ever done, and I will be proud if all 3 of us make it safely to the end. At this point, all I can do is hope, pray, and try to take care of myself.