Large and In Charge

I’m 24 weeks…but have a bowling ball attached to the front of me that’s about the size of someone who is 34 weeks pregnant…or more! I’m really trying to stay active throughout my pregnancy, just as I did with my first one. I walk for exercise and I still lift free weights, although I’ve altered my weight and routine. My goal: to stay as healthy and mobile as long as possible.

 One big worry I had when I heard I was having triplets was the big possibility of the dreaded bed rest. I have a very active 2 year old daughter. I am a very active person. And the thought of this just terrifies me. I think the first 2 hours of reading, watching daytime television, and checking Facebook would be rejuvenating…but after that I think I would go insane. I would especially grieve that fact that I couldn’t take care of my daughter. Now I know that bed rest can happen to the healthiest of people, so despite my best efforts, I still might have to spend some time off my feet. However, my doctor told me she is not quick to order women on bed rest, and she endorses all the activity I am doing. So far…so good.

But let me tell you, I still have (if all goes according to the 36 week plan) 12 weeks to go…and I really don’t know how my stomach is going to stretch anymore. I seemingly pop overnight , (as many  of my friends have commented)  But by the grace of God, I will keep trudging onward, taking care of Evie to the best of my ability. I like to call myself, “Large, and In Charge.”

 Evie is nearing 2, and yes, I do see why some call it the “terrible twos.” It’s not that she’s terrible, but man, does she have her own little will and “I do it” and “no” seem to be her favorite words. Despite trying to savor this remaining time I have with just her, the days are starting to be a bit exhausting, both physically and mentally. I thought that my bulging mid section might be a bit intimidating to her. Nope. All she does is poke the protruding belly button and proclaim “sisters!” (even when I tell her she’s having “brothers.” ) Sometimes she finds it amusing to bounce on, much like a yoga ball, and I have to say it does make a great ledge sometimes when I hoist up her 30 lb. body.

I’ve forgotten since my last pregnancy that it can also make an exceptional platform for an ice cream bowl or cell phone. I find that when I eat, I consistently end the meal with a collection of crumbs. Did I get messier being pregnant…or does all this  usually just end up on the floor? Most of my pajamas have toothpaste dripping on them too. I know…I know…John probably thinks that’s so Hot.

Tonight I was making muffins and I took the pan out and singed my mid section. Once again, I think I forgot it was there. However,  I couldn’t even see if I had made a mark because, well, it was beyond my field of vision. All I know is that it’s a good sign  that the boys are growing.

 I’m a mama to four. One is already  running around trying to take charge of every situation; the three others are wrestling and practicing the back flips they are going to do off our furniture.

 "Large and in charge." 

Actually, it has a nice ring to it...toothpaste stains and all.