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I'm not one for complaining pregnant women. When Trev & I were trying to get pregnant, it would drive me crazy to hear women whine about a state of being I very much wanted to be in myself. So I try never to gripe, but to endure it well. However, for me, being pregnant is like keeping a balancing act of healthy equilibrium between enough sleep, food, drink, and rest. If any of those elements start to get wacky, I plummet. Like on Sunday. I feel fragile.

I've been debating between going into labor/delivery either knowing nothing at all or everything. My logic was that knowing nothing, I would go into it blind, right? Like a horse with blinders in a snowstorm. And knowing everything would just increase my anxiety nightmares. In a Hermione-esque way, I've decided I want to know everything about what's going to happen. The nightmares have begun. I'm pretty sure labor for two is doubly hard. Yes, it's only one hospitalization, but I really think it's twice as hard on a woman's body. I read last night that labor is not naturally induced with twins when the babies are developed and ready to come into the world, but when the uterus cannot hold any more baby. The woman's body has reached it's absolute maximum capacity.

Wow.