For whatever reason I feel very defeated at the moment. I am having one of my first and hopefully only moments of pure, tear filled, disappointment.
The surgery scheduler called and the 9th is out. They have too many people coming in and not enough staff to take care of me and the trio. Now I realize that is good that they are thinking of my best interests and the babies but I had my heart set on the 9th. It has nothing to do with the date really, just the fact that my body is tired and that was my mental finish line. I have held it together and done my best to continue keeping on feeling like a beached whale. Actually worse than a beached whale, they don't have legs/ligaments to hurt them!
We will have our babies at 8am on the 11th. I just have to remind myself that there is a reason for everything and I can make it two more days. It also means the babies will be 35+3 and will be even bigger. I should be delighted, right?
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