Ya girl has made it to 9 months with Phil and Lil the Womb Ninjas.
I really let y’all gas my head with all your talk…
“Twins rarely make it passed 7 months gestation”
“Don’t worry they will come soon trust me”
“Your frame is too small to carry full term they’ll come quickly”
DING DING DING……….y’all are fraudulent !!!! And should be ashamed of yourselves, for given that falsosity of information ( yes I just created a word, I’m 9 months pregnant with twins I can do what I want )
My memory is shot
My feet, legs and thighs are painfully swollen
My acid reflux is a whole joke, I should be a spokesperson for Tums.
Everything has literally changed.
Everything with the exception of one thing… or I should say one person.
My Guy.
Someone of you may refer to him as
Mr Headley, Lloydie, First Sergeant, the guy that finesses the pineapple and shrimp at family functions, the man with the 1000 pairs of white linen pants or as my siblings and I call him, Dad
My dad has remained my constant in this crazy journey and I don’t think I’ve ever been as grateful to a human being as I am to him.
When my Husband and I made the final decision for him to follow his dream of joining the army, even though the benefits and thought of my children being set was at the forefront, in the back of my mind I wondered
“if he is over there serving the country how the hell am I going to do this by myself”‘
It was one of the most anxiety filled questions that scared the crap out of me but my optimistic husband would say he had faith in me and knew I could do it.
Well yea he was wrong. This ish is difficult as alll hell !! Carrying twins is a painful job in itself and I don’t know where I’d be if my dad wasn’t here to hold it down.
My dad encourages me, reads me scriptures while I’m having contractions, reads the twins bed time stories when they won’t let me go to sleep at 3:00 am, massages my Vienna sausage looking toes, takes me on car rides because we found that puts the babies and me to sleep with no problem, all the while going through a not so pretty divorce and dealing with his own personal matters.
I cry for commercials and sweet moments on tv. I ball tears when someone auditions on The Voice or does a touching contemporary dance routine on World of Dance but in real life I don’t cry. I laugh when things get awkward but in these last few weeks I’ve been shedding a few and each and every time my dad has been there. Sometimes he doesn’t even speak and his presence is still so loud.
“Cry Baby, Cry baby, yea that’s me!!!! ( hahadavis voice)
This is a very isolating experience and I was grateful to have someone that was always by my side. I’ve heard stories of women who’s husbands, baby fathers, boyfriends were with them throughout their whole pregnancy but was not necessarily present and the way they described their experiences were heartbreaking. I couldn’t imagine doing this all by myself. Physically, mentally and emotionally I would have crumbled.
I long for the days that I could repay my dad for everything that he’s blessed me with. The countless life lessons, his constant presence and his daily encouragement. All of which are priceless, so as for now I just express my appreciation for him as my dad and as a human being.
Me and my guy…
You’ve been an amazing crowd. Get home safely,
Otivia, the forever daddies girl
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