Me, 36 weeks pregnant with twins.
In case you can't tell (or are blind), I'm ready. I'm BEYOND ready.
Yesterday's ultrasound measured each twin at 6 pounds 3 ounces. Sleeping, sitting, standing, even breathing are officially becoming a physical impossibility.
One thing is for certain. Come hell or high water, they will make a debut soon. If they don't arrive in the next few days, my c-section is scheduled for late next week.
I'm anxious. I'm anxious for the delivery. I'm anxious for their health. I'm anxious to meet them. I'm anxious for Toddler to meet them. And I'm anxious to find out their genders. My Aunt recently died and her last words to me were "Oh, by the way, they're both girls". I'm still going with 1 boy, 1 girl. Sam's pulling for 2 more boys to neatly complete a golf foursome. So much for a consensus.
Alas, let the games begin.