Three become five: The challenges of pregnancy

Angie Charnock, who is expecting twins. With her huband Neil and son Finley.
Angie Charnock, who is expecting twins. With her huband Neil and son Finley.
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This week the logistics of pregnancy begin to really take their toll...

Angie Charnock, 36, lives in Buckshaw Village, near Chorley, is married to Neil, has a four-year-old son Finley and is expecting twins.

Don’t get me wrong, this is a very wanted pregnancy and I do love being pregnant really, but with only a couple of weeks of twin pregnancy left, I am finding even the most simple things more and more challenging. 

During the day I’m extremely limited with my clothing and footwear choices. Flip-flops seem to be my only friend and even they like to leave their mark on my swollen hobbit feet.

I certainly won’t be emulating the Duchess leaving the hospital in heels with my ankles.

Even just trying to rub or moisturise my feet leaves me feeling nauseous so I’m very much looking forward to the pedicure my husband has booked in for me. 

Shaving anywhere south of my underarms is now near impossible and also potentially hazardous! 

Getting through a day without a nap is a struggle. This is impossible with an energetic four-year-old though so I more than make up for it on weekends and nursery days!

My previous motivation has officially left the building and I’m beating myself up for spending days achieving very little. 

If I drop anything on the floor, which is happening more and more often as I get bigger and clumsier, I find myself weighing up the importance of the object and whether it’ll be just fine staying where it is or not!

I am finding myself constantly dropping food down my front as my plate and the table are getting further and further away from me.

Booth seating in cafés and restaurants is now not a feasible option! 

By the end of the day I feel and act more and more like a beached whale. Getting off the sofa in the evening is very undignified and usually involves my poor husband dragging me up. A warm bath that used to be a treat for my aching bones now leaves my poor giant bump cold as it’s impossible to run a deep enough bath. Eureka indeed!

A full night’s sleep is now just a distant memory. As 
everyone tells me it’ll be my body getting me ready for the sleep deprivation ahead but that is no great comfort.

The constant bathroom trips, hormone induced 
crazy dreams, achy hips and, according to my poor husband, earth-shattering snoring are no fun for anyone. I have also lost the ability to roll over without making a loud grunting noise!

Right, enough moaning! I need to pull myself together and remember just how lucky I really am. I’m on the home straight now and I know my daughters will be well worth this short-term misery, no matter how miserable it is making me.