Pregnancy outranks what ails me

 

 

The blessings are countless to be having twins, but life is also about to get a lot harder. For instance, short of losing a limb (broken isn’t enough) there’s no injury that will compare to carrying two humans in your belly for 9 months. It has barely slowed Jessica down at all, she can still move faster than me, so I can’t expect any sympathy for an ingrown toenail. I’m forever going to have to endure whatever ails me because any complaints will be met with, ‘I gave birth to twins.”

Just this week, I’d been experiencing some slight abdominal pain, but we planned on going to the aquarium. I briefly wondered if I could withstand hours of walking or would I be better off spending the day resting at home. Then I looked at my very pregnant wife and the decision was made. Aquarium, here we come!

God knew what he was doing when he made women the bearer of children. I wince in pain when a splinter is pulled out of my thumb, which is far less than a baby (or two) being extracted from me. Admittedly, I’ve always been the weaker one between us, but this whole pregnancy even amplifies that. It carries enough weight (literally) to forever be held of my head. Twenty years from now, a splitting headache could be keeping me from cutting the grass, when the words “I had twins” gets me into motion.

The words ‘I’m tired,’ have already been stricken from my vocabulary. I don’t have the nerve to complain about being fatigued to someone who has worked a 16 hour day when pregnant with twins, while the most I’ve done is complete Wordle in three tries.

After I have a restless night, I don’t have the nerve to yawn after hearing how the twins decided to have a dance party at 2 a.m. Plus, I know the effort it takes for her just to roll over.

I’m trying my best to look like I’m pregnant, that part I’m capable of, but it’s still not the same. Enough Taco Bell might resemble the feelings of a babies kick, but it’s only temporary. What’s inside me will come out much quicker and easier than our bundles of joy.

When asked, ‘How are you?’ My forever answer will be, ‘I’m good,’ because whatever ails me is less than being pregnant with twins.