If I were OK with average*

Rob and I have been jokingly saying, “Go big or go home” in reference to PB&J since the beginning. OK, maybe not since the beginning. Maybe since about two weeks after we found out – once the “ARE YOU SERIOUS” haze lifted.

Moo point. What I’m trying to say is we’ve embraced the not normal and are pretty stoked about going above and beyond our former expectations. Our battle with infertility taught me to be thrilled with what I’m given, even if that meant we would only have one child in our family.

Ha!

Before PB&J, I hoped for nothing more than an average, event-free singleton pregnancy.

Ha! HA!

Life is a silly bitch, and I’m done hoping for anything average. If we want to get deeply philosophical and shit, I could probably put up a good argument against hoping for anything, but I’m not in a deep mood today.

Plus, certain circumstances in life simply require positive thinking. Good juju, if you will. As far as my experience goes, I think the whole business of making babies (I’m sure raising babies fits, too), if one such circumstance.

If I were OK with average, today would mark the beginning of the third trimester in an average triplet pregnancy. Average gestation is 32 weeks, and I now have 24 under my expanding belt.

That leaves a mere EIGHT WEEKS until the average triplets make their outside-world debut.

Pardon me while I faint. And vomit. And cry.

But, wait. I’m NOT OK with average. My body is spoiling me beyond reason lately. I’m 24 weeks pregnant with triplets, and I’m still not under any restrictions. I’m not at all swollen. So far, I have no complications.

My back hurts, but that’s understandable, considering I’ve put on 40 pounds in the last 24 weeks and can only comfortably sleep in one position. (Speaking of which, sometimes that one position isn’t even comfortable thanks to a baby poking out and making it feel like I’m laying on a boulder.) My blood pressure is higher than pre-pregnancy, but it’s been pretty much the same since my first OB visit. If you ask me, it’s just higher because of my super blood supply. I have some acid reflux issues, but it’s nothing I can’t control with a little planning and Prevacid. (Edited to add:) The newest not-cool pregnancy symptom seems to be the start of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, which is apparently pretty common. Thankfully, I’ve only woken up twice with a tingly hand (just my right), but I wake up daily feeling like I’ve spent the entire night with balled-up fists, ready to fight the monster in my closet. A few minutes of stretching fixes me right up, so you can see why I had to come back and add this little nugget.

Basically, I’d consider things fairly easy-breezy even if I were only growing one person. Except I’m growing three.

So you can see how Rob and I might find it relatively easy to embrace the “Go Big or Go Home” philosophy.

Andthenso, I take back the fainting. And the vomiting. And the crying. I plan to carry these three little body invaders for as close to 36 weeks as possible.

(Yes, 36. I’m fully OK with not aiming for a full 40 weeks. I may be reaching for an above-average goal, but I’m no fool. To be honest, carrying triplets a full 40 weeks sounds downright terrifying. I probably would give birth via belly explosion – no surgery required. YIKES.)

While I’m currently high on an easy pregnancy, I must admit to waiting for the shit to hit the fan. I just know a day is going to come when I am uncomfortable and miserable and praying for time to speed up. Because of that, I’m working on getting all the Stuff done. You know – Shopping Stuff, Stocking Stuff, Washing Stuff, Painting Stuff, etc.

My (short!) to-buy list is slowly-but-surely getting checked off (last week? our Graco Snugrides thanks to Mom & Dad!), and the to-do list is dwindling as well. I’ve been working on getting things organized in the babies’ room, and we’re going to paint the walls this week.

Once all the Stuff gets taken care of, I have big plans to relax, grow some big babies and read, read, read.

The next 12 weeks are going to pass as they pass – easy or uncomfortable – but if I have my way, they’ll pass with as little stress as possible.

* I’m OK with average. I swear. I’d just prefer above average when it comes to the length of the pregnancy.