I started writing these weekly updates when I realized there was nothing, and I mean nothing in the way of blogs out there related to twin parenting. I’m realizing that nothing I’m writing would be particularly helpful to anyone, so, FAIL. But it is a nice record for me, so there’s that.
My 4-month appointment last Thursday was interesting to say the least. There was much talking about hip pain and forgetfulness and flu and pertussis vaccines. I got the flu shot, scheduled the pertussis for my next appointment, was assured that I do not have early alzheimers, and got a prescription for a belly brace to alleviate the hip pain. Then she started to listen for the heartbeats.
Baby B was cooperative. She found the healthy heartbeat immediately, and it stayed strong for as long as she kept the doppler on my right side. Baby A proved to be…difficult. She kept catching a trace of the heartbeat, and then it would move. She couldn’t tell if she was still hearing Baby B, or if this was definitely Baby A. Every time she pressed on my belly, A pressed back. We could hear the wiley little thing wiggling in there. Finally, in an odd angle under my left hip, we got a good and solid read on Baby A. I wasn’t nervous because I could feel the movement, and feel it pressing on the doppler. The dr. was on a mission though, I am telling you.
She was less concerned than I would have imagined over my weight gain, or lack there of. I did put on 3lbs since my last appointment, but am still under my pre-pregnancy weight. She thinks the babies are just fine. I am eating around the clock it seems though, and I think I should be gaining more. I guess at this point, I’m hoping the extra weight I was carrying anyway will be enough.
I spent way too much time on Friday going to medical supply stores to find my brace. One place had it, and said they accepted my insurance. When I got there, they did not. The next place said they had it, but they actually had a different one that alleviates vag pressure and not hip pressure, so they sent me to another store. This place had it and accepted my insurance, but my entire insurance company was in a meeting, apparently, and she couldn’t get through. She ended up letting me take the brace, and called me that evening after finally getting through to my insurance company. They covered 80%, so I only had to pay $14 for the illustrious Prenatal Cradle. And it works! It makes my hips feel a whole ton better, though when I completely threw my hip out on Sunday, it was no help at all. That’s ok though. It got me through apple picking over the weekend, and I’m sure it will be helpful as I accompany 60 2nd graders to the pumpkin farm tomorrow.
Ed and I are back on the Melissa discussion, not that we know if either of the babies is a lady baby. Yesterday, he finally said what I knew he’d been thinking–Melissa is the name of his dead sister (she died at birth when he was little), and he wants to use the name to honor his (both deceased) parents. I don’t think I feel strongly enough against the name to compete with that reasoning, though we did have quite a debate about it last night. I was surprised to find that he thinks that I was the one who named the girls–I did suggest each of their names, but he was fully on board. I consider that naming together. And we each chose one of the girls’ middle names. So anyway, he is on the “I name one baby and you name one baby” train, and I just don’t really know if I care anymore. Maybe I should just find an acceptable and somewhat current nickname for Melissa, and be done with it.
In any case, we will have the big reveal and know what the babies are 2 weeks from today, and as much as I really feel at this point like they are both girls, I’m going to try and not think about names at least until then. (Ha. Hahahahaaa.)