Karen is throwing her a virtual baby shower. She wanted us to tell Sam some stories about our won overdue babies but since mine were almost six weeks early I am going to have to tell a different story about being really REALLY pregnant.
Even though I only made it into my 34th week of pregnancy I was really quite large. I always figured since I was born with these hips I would have no problem carrying more than one baby at a time.
In fact, I think joking about it so much may have been the cause of me having multiples. Seriously. We don’t have twins in our family.
As it turned out I did have trouble. Even on my 5′ 9″ frame I was bursting with babies. By my 27th week I could no longer fit into any of the XL maternity clothes. By my 28th week my body decided that it had had enough torture and the babies were ready to come out.
My doctors didn’t agree.
At 28 (I thought I was 29 weeks pregnant at the time, but apparently I suck at math) they put me on hospital bed rest.
I kept getting bigger. My Mom went to TJ Max and bought me mens XXXL gym shorts. They fit just fine.
Here is where I need to tell you a little side story. My Dad and I are both serial dieters. We both gain a bunch of weight and then loose it. Then we repeat the cycle. Right before I got pregnant my father went on this hardcore hospital diet. At the time my weight was on the way up and he used to joke that we were going to “pass”. He meant that I was going to weigh more than he did.
My Dad is 6′ 2″.
Guess what? We passed.
The week before my children were born I weighed in at 222 lbs. My Dad weighed 217.
The next week I had two little babies. Claudia only weighed 4 lbs 13 oz. but Ian weighed 6 lbs. 8 oz. Not bad for a premature twin.
I like to joke around that if I was only carrying one child and Ian had gone to full term he would have been 13 pounds. Sure I’m joking but you may notice that I’m not having anymore kids.
Anyway – Godspeed Sam and good luck. We love you.
* I don’t mean to imply that Sam is smelly.