Counting the Days. And Nights.

I am nearing my 37th week with the little ones and I can't freaking wait for this pregnancy to be over. Don't get me wrong. Being pregnant sure has been one of the most fulfilling moments of my life. There were even times that I felt I am in my most beautiful self and this sure has been the healthiest period of my life for all 23 years of existence. However, fatigue has taken over and I've found myself hoping and praying that I will give birth soon. Like, right now if it can't be helped. I am heavier than heavy and I'm starting to bloat up and insecurity is starting to seep through my veins. I want to hold my babies close and give them names and slip them into these cute little onesies and lay them on their cribs. I can't wait to start recovery period and get back on my feet. I know this is cheating and all but I just want to start being on the go again. I need to get a grip.