ANGIE Charnock, 36, lives in Buckshaw Village, near Chorley, is married to Neil, has a four-year-old son Finley and is expecting twins. This week , on the eve of the big event, reality hits home...
I had a slight scare this week and ended up going into the hospital to be checked out.
My already swollen feet and ankles had become gigantic and painful. As I’ve been warned of the signs of pre-eclampsia I thought it best to not take any risks with our precious babies.
Luckily all is still well and apparently being this swollen is very common in multiple pregnancies due to the extra pressure being put on the circulation system.
Knowing I was going into hospital suddenly put me in slight panic mode.
I realised that I couldn’t remember what was in the hospital bag I packed a long time ago and that also it was mostly geared up for when I actually have our babies rather than any possible earlier stay.
I also felt the need to quickly shower and take my life into my own hands by shaving my legs!
Waiting in the delivery suite was when the reality of what is going to inevitably happen very soon hit home. I can’t wait to meet my babies but I suddenly felt very overwhelmed with emotion.
Having three young children is such a huge responsibility and, although I know we can do it together, it is still very daunting.
I have another scan this week to check all is progressing as it should.
This will be my 13th scan in total in this pregnancy and hopefully my last (also hopefully not unlucky for some!).
There is always a slight edge of nerves before every scan but it is also quite exciting.
My girls have been very acrobatic recently therefore I know they must be quite healthy and there is still some room to move around in my belly.
So this is the end of my pregnancy journey and even though I feel that I would rival an elephant’s gestation, the past couple of weeks have really flown by.
I think we’re now as ready as we can ever be to meet our girls and officially become a family-of-five.