

Since finding out I was pregnant with twins my excitement has been stifled at times by my anxiety over delivering two healthy babies at or after 37 weeks. This anxiety became even more magnified after our emergency room visit back in September. Last night I started thinking about how I will finally be able to relax when the babies are born and no longer worry about their health and safety. Then it hit me - the worry I feel now is nothing compared to what's in store! Once they are here the real worrying will begin - are they still breathing? Do they have a fever? Where will they go to college? Will they find someone to love them and make them truly happy? I know this is really jumping the gun, and that each of these issues will be handled as they come, but I am finally starting to get a small glimpse of what it means to be a parent. My mom has always told me that she has never stopped worrying about us, even though we are no longer living at home and are all three adults now - there is not a switch you can flip or a magic age we can reach - she will worry about us and want the very best for us as long as she is on this earth. I thought she was being a tad dramatic, but now I realize that she was only being a parent. What an incredible responsibility!!!