Seventeen weeks ago Bob and I scanned our calendar to see when I would *potentially* make it to 37 weeks pregnant with twins. I had to make it to 37 weeks to carry these precious babies to “full term”, meaning fully cooked and ready to come into the world. Everyone told me I wouldn’t make it that far. It is true that twins born in the US typically come between 32-36 weeks depending on the type of twin. But it is also true that twins that are born under midwifery care tend to stay in longer and produce bigger babies. Both of which are true for me now. I just passed the magical 37 week mark two days ago and couldn’t be more happy.

Part of the reason people didn’t think I would make it is because how large my belly is getting and how small my frame is naturally. “It’s not physically possible” or “you’ll be so uncomfortable you’ll opt for a scheduled c-section”, “your doctor wont LET you go that far” are a few phrases.

But here I am, uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely. Mostly because of the PUPP rash I have developed. Ready to give up? Absolutely not! I am sticking to my original plan and we have planned and prepared for a home birth. With the passing of the full term mark, we have the green light officially to make our dream come true. I know this is very scary for many people to comprehend and we want to reassure everyone that our decision is well informed with many plans of action and management. With the births of my daughters, one in a birth center and one in my living room, I feel fully confident and capable in myself, my husband who is my number one birthing partner and my midwife who has already lead me through labor.

My sweet time of pregnancy is coming to its end naturally. As I feel my ankles get weaker, my pelvis slightly shift apart, and the opening and twinges in my cervix, we wonder if this will be our last pregnancy or not. Only God will tell. As my uterus continues to grow and exceeds 42 cm, my face puffs up, and my head is dazed and clouded, I continue to remain positive, elated and not “over it” but cherishing this transitional time.

To everyone who said I wouldn’t make it, I really think you underestimate the magic of life. And to my high school English teacher who failed my paper because I wrote it on how I wanted to be a mom when I grew up saying, “The likelihood of you becoming a mothers is like someone in this class becoming a professional athlete”….look at me now.