Happy Thanksgiving :)

Oh.  What a difference a year makes.  Last Thanksgiving I was barely 25 weeks pregnant.  Starting to get both hopeful and miserable at the same time. Full of hope and what the future held for us, as my babies were growing stronger, more viable with each passing day.  Miserable from the bed rest, from the back pain, from the boredom.  Little did I know that my journey was just beginning.  The twin pregnancy was beyond difficult.  There were days that I didn't want to get out of bed.  And then there were the days that I didn't want to live.  Because even breathing was hard.  Now I look at pregnant women, all aglow, and I have tinges of jealousy.  Why do they get to have an easy pregnancy?  Something so beautiful....and I feel as if I was robbed of that.  That was a dark time.  And to be honest, I've blocked most of that out.  Even their delivery.  But in the end, despite the fact that no stranger ever put her hand on my swollen belly, or the fact that I didn't get to go to the store and register, it doesn't matter. What does matter....are the two little sprouts sleeping in the next room.  Healthy....and here on earth, with their momma. 

Happy Thanksgiving