First, a pregnancy update. I had my 36 week check-up yesterday (even though I won’t technically be 36 weeks until tomorrow) and I’m very thankful that my doc was able to confirm Baby C is finally head down. It looks as though I’m able to table my concerns about a scheduled c-section due to a breech baby. Weekly internal exams started yesterday and I’ve made basically no progress and Baby C is still riding high…which I kind of knew based on the butt and occasional foot in my ribcage. I go back again next Friday, which is the same appointment with A I learned I was already 3 cm dilated. We’ll see what happens over the next 10 days. While I’d like for Baby C to bake as long as she needs to, I’ll be thrilled with some amount of progress at my next appointment.
The Hubs’ travel schedule has been INSANE. Even he says so. He was home Monday and Tuesday though and he came home from work Monday night with flowers for me and A. He got A a potted Hyacinth plant that smells wonderful. It’s in her room now, but we’ll put it in the ground eventually and I’ll do my best to keep it alive. For me, he layed a dozen dark pink/light pink roses in my lap. I was lounging in bed when he got home…no big surprise there. After a few minutes he said, “My only request is that you take 2 of the roses and…” then he gestured to the top of our chest of drawers where the urn containing the twins’ ashes sits amongst our wedding photos. I was speechless for a few minutes. And I was surprised…which is almost impossible to do. The fact that he even had to think about getting flowers for the twins is heartbreaking, yet, at the same time, why wouldn’t he think to get ALL his girls flowers on Valentine’s Day? The whole conversation caught me off guard and made me equally sad and proud at the same time. On one hand, there’s the realization there is no ending to the twins’ story. There will always be Christmas, Valentine’s Day, their birthday…days that are special and meaningful to us where we want to honor their memory and the part they’ve played (and will continue to play) in our lives. And I was immensely proud to be married to a man who is so very thoughtful and unafraid to show his love and devotion to ALL his children, even those that didn’t join our family in the way we had intended. It made my heart swell; one of those “I think I just fell in love with you all over again” moments. And if that wasn’t enough emotion for one evening, A pipes up and says, “I sure wish Baby C had a flower.” Oh, the logic and the love of a 3-year-old. And so, of my 12 roses, 2 are in a vase in our bedroom for Megyn and Whitney, 1 is in a vase for Baby C in her room and the remaining 9 are in a vase on the kitchen table. And I’m okay with that.