the conundrum of complaining

I have aches and pains. Headaches. Thirst. Lightheadedness. Loss of memory. No stamina. Fatigue. Moodiness. Trouble sleeping. Stretch marks.

I don't have a shortage of things to complain about. These twins have hijacked my body. But when I think about it realistically, what's the point of complaining? I would be complaining just to hear myself whine...but I wouldn't be complaining because I want something done about it. I wouldn't be venting my displeasure because I want change.

The truth is, I wouldn't have it any other way. If this is what it takes to grow 2 healthy babies and carry them to term, then sign me up.

What's the alternative to dealing with the discomfort of carrying twins?
Do I wish I had never been given the gift of two babies? No.
Would I rather lose one to be more comfortable physically? Absolutely not.
Would I rather not be pregnant? Nope.
Would I rather have the babies prematurely? Absolutely not.

So, therefore, I'm right where I need to be. Right in the middle of my blessing. So what if it comes with a little discomfort? It's temporary and it'll all be worth it in the end. I'm positive about that.

No complaints here.