The mysteries of birth and death are what keep my imagination stirring each day. Why do some folks die young while others live to be old? What happens when a person dies? Does the type of person they were determine where they end up? And what about birth… Why is it that some couples cannot get pregnant no matter how hard they try? Why do stillbirths occur? Or the poor couples who have multiple miscarriages and lose hope? Perhaps somebody has the answers, but I tend to believe that most people carry theories that they have come to believe as facts.

Either way, I have passed through a few seasons of death, and I am blessed to be in a season of life. Every damn day I count my blessings. Savanna doesn’t have an appointment 3 p.m. sharp at the local hospital to be cut open to deliver the babies. We don’t know when they’re coming! We don’t know if they are boys, girls, a girl and a boy, identical twins or fraternal. We know that they are both head down, kicking and squirming and running out of room. We love the mysteries, and as long as they are healthy and Savanna is healthy, we will be grateful.

Savanna is a small woman, no doubt. She is typically 115 pounds or so, (don’t tell her I told you), and right now she is around 148 pounds. She has stretch marks for the first time in her pregnancies, and it seems impossible for her belly to stretch any further. She has sharp pains or twinges in her crotch area that are commonly called “Lightning crotch.” It doesn’t sound pleasant. Her pelvis hurts from realigning as it prepares for delivery. She cannot sit down or lie down in comfort, so she slowly moves throughout the house doing chores, taking care of her family, and preparing for the twins. She vacuums and mops upstairs, and then carries them both downstairs, before doing the same thing downstairs. She folds and hangs clothes, does laundry, cooks, bakes, does dishes, feeds dogs, bathes the girls, beads, prepares the nursery, rearranges, helps to finish our new bedroom, keeps the fire going, makes too many trips to the outhouse, and proofreads my upcoming book.

She records, edits, and posts YouTube videos, adds to the monthly newsletter, and writes a weekly blog. She is busy, to say the least. I tell her often that if I had to spend a single day with heartburn, discomfort, pelvis pain, lack of sleep, and swelling, with an upcoming delivery of two babies, I would lose my shit in a day. Yet she rarely- I mean, very rarely, does she even say something disrespectful to any of us. Despite what she’s going through, she doesn’t yell, she doesn’t cuss, she doesn’t belittle, and she doesn’t lose her shit.

Superhero powers? I think so.

Savanna is joyful when she is not pregnant, and she is joyful when she is pregnant. She loves being pregnant, and she does not take the miracle of mother hood for granted or feel burdened by it for even a second. However, this pregnancy is different. Twice the weight, twice the risks, twice the baby. It’s been rough on her. And while she hasn’t once said that she’s ready to not be pregnant, or that she does not want to get pregnant again, or even complained about being pregnant- I believe that she is looking forward to being comfortable in her body again.

While today wasn’t the twins’s birthday, it could be tomorrow. If not tomorrow, maybe the next day. They are 34 weeks old now, it could be any day. To say that we are excited would be an understatement. People ask if we are prepared, I don’t know if anybody is prepared for something like this. But we are doing the best that we can, and I thank God we have each other. No matter what your beliefs are, please send some positive thoughts, prayers, and vibrations to Savanna during these next few weeks in anticipation of the birth.