Twenty

Twenty weeks with my little twin girlies. 

Twenty whole weeks have gone by, and now we're closer to the end of this pregnancy than we are to the beginning. We are half way until my girls are actually here, in my arms. I still find it so hard to believe that there are actually two babies all squished inside. We have had two ultrasounds to see these little beans and it still doesn't feel real. This is most definitely the most incredible adventure of my life. 

I am so full of joy. I am full of joy, but I think I am equally full of fear. I am bombarded with comments like, "congratulations, say goodbye to your sanity" or articles on "How to Survive Twins". I am terrified of the concept of merely surviving life with my twins. My goal is to thrive with these babies that were placed with beautiful purpose into my life. I don't know much about motherhood just yet, but I do know that this experience is too important to me to just survive it. I know that this is the most beautiful time of my life. I know that I have been waiting for this for a very, very long time. But I find myself slipping into the fear that I will just barely make it out alive. 

So with half way yet to go, my mantra is this: 

We are meant to thrive. 

My girls will thrive. I will thrive. Our family will thrive. I was made for this, and every time my husband leans towards my tummy to whisper to our babies, I am reminded that he was made for this too. We were blessed with double the love, double the joy, and likely double the trials. But we will not survive. We will thrive. 

Take good care, lovelies.