During my twin pregnancy, I knew that carrying two babies increased my chances of going on bed rest. While it was always in the back of my mind, I prayed it wouldn’t actually happen. As my belly grew bigger and bigger, the possibility of bed rest seemed greater and greater. I made it to 28 weeks before my doctor told me it was time.

Every pregnancy is different, and most women have completely different experiences each time, regardless of how many babies are involved.  Having twins first, I naturally knew my next pregnancy would be different.  If you’re pregnant with twins and are curious how this marathon is going to play out, here are my stories.

I went into the final days of my 42-week pregnancy armed with hopes and plans of what my experience as a new mom would be like. I arrived at the hospital on my induction date with a nervous smile and the naive expectations only first-time moms possess.

I remember the days of holding friends’ babies, while longing for children of my own. The one thing that didn’t cross my mind at the time, while smelling those sweet newborns and kissing those squishy cheeks, was how short a time period a baby is actually a baby.

Our family became complete 6 weeks ago.  Baby #4 signifies the end of a chapter: I am done having kids.  It’s bittersweet knowing I will never experience the glory and misery of pregnancy again. 

Baby number 2 is a chance to right all of your wrongs; to look back at the silly mistakes and expectations and do it the ‘right’ way this time around!