During the last two weeks leading up to Giovanni’s arrival I was so miserable! I was HUGE. I know every pregnant woman says that but after having several people who were so kind enough to actually tell me just how BIG I was, there really was no denying it. My poor husband had to listen to my endless complaining about how tired and uncomfortable I was day after day, night after night.
And nights were the worst.
I tossed and turned for 10-15 minutes before finally finding a comfortable position and then I’d have the sudden urge to use the bathroom. Every night! It’s funny now to look back and remember it, but in those moments I was just completely miserable.
The morning I went into labor was a typical day for me. Isabella and I dropped Anthony off at school and came home to have a yummy breakfast. We even took a small walk around the corner to watch kids walk to the nearby school (her favorite thing to do every morning!). Once we were back home, I started the never ending task of cleaning the house while contractions came and went, irregularly, as usual.
I was really getting sick of them…
As I cleaned the bathroom and stared at my huge belly in the mirror, I decided I should take a bump-selfie. A “bumpie”.
|My last “bumpie”.|
As crazy at it sounds, all three of my births have been completely different experiences. If you have had multiples, how did your births compare to one another?