Love Who You Love

Chapter 12|| The Day My Life Changed

I hate being pregnant. I mean I love and always will love Dash and Daisy with all of my heart, but I hate it. So far I'm 8 months along and I'm pretty damn huge! Everything I used to do is exhausting now. I have to pee all of the time. My back pain is still there because I'm so huge and I can't do as much as I used to. I can't lift. I can over exert myself. I can't even have sex! My morning sickness is still here, ugh!

     Things were easier when I was smaller. Back when I was 5 months pregnant I had appendicitis so now I have a scar that runs across my stomach at an odd angle. That wasn't a good experience in the beginning. The only two good things out of that hospital trip was that the doctors told me Daisy's heart problem is fixing itself and when Dally proposed. Daisy'll need surgery when she's born, but it won't be too major. So much is happening, it's crazy. Pony got a job after school at the library to help us out, we're using his old room as the nursery.

     Dally's doing really good with his job at the farm he works at in the country while I'm on maternity leave until the twins are older. Soda wants to move out one day, move in with Steve. Pony will enjoy that. He's 15 now. You can see in his eyes that he wants to be alone sometimes. Living in our crazy house, so I don't blame him.

    It's just so crazy how much is happening, so much has changed in so little time. Sometimes I can't even wrap my head around it all. Half of the time it all seems like a dream. The doctors said the twins might come early because there's not as much space for them, so for all I know, I could have them in the next few days! I can't wait!

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While I folded and put away blankets for the twins, I felt one of those phantom contractions again. I sucked in a sharp breathe and leaned on my side against the wall in between the 2 cribs we bought. I placed my hands on my side, rubbing with just enough pressure to help smooth it out. As it reached it's end, I wiped the small amount of sweat off my forehead and finished with the blankets. Like always, I let my mind wander so the time flew by quicker.

     The last contraction felt different in a way, but maybe it's normal? This one really hurt, but it was over soon so I didn't think much of it.  They've definitely happened before, started to happen around the 7 month mark. When I told my doctor they said it was normal so I didn't worry too much about it. I'm not worrying until I have to.

     Once I was done with the baby blankets it was about half an hour after the contraction. I stacked the new blankets we got for Dash and Daisy in each of their cribs when I felt another one coming. This was just as bad as the last one, if not worse. I whimpered and leaned on Dash's crib to keep myself steady, my knuckles turned white from how hard I was gripping it. The time seemed to slow as I steadied my breathing and swayed side to side, something I did that helped. When it ended I was panting lightly and I felt uncomfortable, like pressure or something.

     'That hurt.' I thought. But still, I thought nothing of it. As it was still mid-day, I went from stacking the neatly folded blankets to going through the clothes we bought earlier. This is something I did a lot. I like to go in here and think, help clear my head after a long day.

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     When Dally, Soda and Pony came home from work I made everyone dinner. When I did, I felt another contraction. I groaned to myself and started to sway. Dally noticed this and took over until I was alright. When it ended I sighed and sat for a moment, catching my breathe. Luckily the contractions weren't as strong like the other ones when I cooked, I only had to stop once and that was it.

     Dinner went perfectly normal, but there went another contraction. Now this one felt like the first one today, normal but not normal. I don't know how to describe it. It just felt different. It was like a normal phantom contraction but a little stronger. There was this gut feeling I couldn't quit describe but I only shrugged it off and went to bed. I thought some sleep would help with the pain and maybe tomorrow I wouldn't be as bad.