Monthly Archives: January 2013

So, if things continue as they are, meaning that Miss Molly stays breach, I am having a C-section 6 weeks from today. 6 weeks.  2 babies.  This scares the ever loving crap out of me.

My OB appointment last week was routine.  Everything is fantastic.  If anything, my blood pressure is too low. But, as far as the dr. could tell, the babies are still in the same positions. We decided to schedule a C-section now in order to get a good time slot with the understanding that IF she flips, we will induce instead.  So.  The C-section is scheduled for 3/12. If we induce, it may be the 11th or 13th instead.  In any case, 6 weeks.  SIX.

My work shower was last week, and though it was small, it was fun.  I am now the proud owner of a double stroller, the My Brest Friend double nursing pillow, Easter outfits, blankets and bibs. These are also the only photos I got of my belly this week.  I am not angry or possessed as these photos might indicate.  If you look closely at the middle one, you can see my alien belly button.

I had lunch with some friends at Pizza Hut yesterday and the server was a total creeper.  She started by saying as I walked in “Oh my GOD, when are you due? Like, right now?”, then asked to touch my belly, harassed me about their names and was just an overall pain in the ass. If I wasn’t afraid of her spitting in my food, I’d have been nasty to her.

We have gotten the whole basement cleaned out, and Ed is prepping to start the process of swapping rooms and officially making room for these babies.  It just keeps getting more and more real.

Finally, we have family photos scheduled for Saturday.  I’m excited to have the last photo of our family of 5 and to showcase the belly.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to include some of those in next week’s post.

My belly is stretched so thin that the skin shines.  It itches.  My belly button has a life of its own. This is new territory.  I’ve been big before; don’t get me wrong.  All of my pregnancies have come with an extra large belly, but I am no longer what you would consider just plain big.  I’m BIIIIIIG.

Really though, it’s just in the belly.  I am smaller everywhere else than I normally am.  I am buying maternity pants a size smaller than my regular pants. I bought a petite pair of jeans last week that fit! (Though I did exchange them regulars to have a little more give in the thigh)

I enter for the record exhibits A and B. I went in to Ed’s office last week for some meetings AND because I like his bathroom mirror and the lighting in there.  I don’t know, though.  I’m starting to believe the people who tell me that I look fantastic. I did not do my hair or put on makeup this day.  AND I was sick! Anyway, I’m not saying that I’m going to go out and win beauty contests, I just want to point it out for the record, that I feel like I look pretty good given my state of knockeduppedness. This is also my new favorite shirt.

Anyway, I’ve been off of work for a week now, and while I’ve made less progress on the house than I would have liked (thanks to STILL being sick), the basement is nearly clean. I’ve self imposed a restriction on washing any baby clothes until it’s done, and we really are close. The overall plan is to dedicate 4ish hours a day to house projects–and I’m talking ones where I don’t have to be on my feet.  Standing for long (ok, any) periods of time irritates the old ute. We have a lot to do though, as Ed and I still need to take over the master suite and get all the baby stuff set up in there.

I have a baby shower this Friday being thrown by my friends from work.  The thing about working with the same people for nearly 13 years, is that they know me so well.  My friend Ro knows that I hate surprises (and she can’t keep secrets, so this works out) and has already told me what they’re buying me. I’m excited about it–as much as I love working from home, I do miss seeing them every day.

I also have my regular checkup set for tomorrow–every 2 weeks now! I can tell the babies are running out of room in there because I’m feeling more squirming than hardcore kicking.  Even though I know they’re in there, hearing the heartbeats always eases my mind. I have a break on the ultrasound front until 2/4, but after that it will be sonos and n/s tests and all kinds of fun stuff, probably weekly. I’m going to enjoy the break for now.

This isn’t the best photo.  You can barely even see my saucy red shoes.  But, it is what I have for this week.  That’s my new sister-in-law, by the way.  Ed’s brother got married this past weekend!

I’m struggling with having been consistently ill since December 15th.  I had a small break between illnesses, but really, it’s been all sick, all the time up in here.  And it’s hard to be sick under normal circumstances, but when you are sick and can’t do much about it, it’s even worse.  The meds I’m “allowed” to take don’t do anything.  There’s been a ton of honey and lemon and tea coursing through my system.  I think I’m finally starting to feel better, but my stomach muscles are so incredibly sore, especially those surrounding my umbilical hernia, that I want to (1) scream and (2) curl up in to a ball and die every time I have a coughing fit.  It’s depressing, to say the least.

And of course, I could be bed ridden and have a multitude of other problems.  I don’t, and I am grateful.  I am probably healthier now at this point than I’ve been in any of my other pregnancies.  Complaining about back to back (to back) colds does seem a bit trite.  I know.  I KNOW. And I’m doing it anyway.  I know.

My 28-week appointment last week earned me the right to stop working.  I told her about my ribs falling asleep, and being unable to type around my belly, and the other uncomfortable issues I’m having.  She thought I was crazy for working this long anyway. So, I am finishing up a few minor work things this week in my spare time, but I am officially off from now until 12 or so weeks after the babies are here.  We have a ton to do to get ready, so it makes me feel a bit better.  Now, to just feel well enough to get it all done.

Hannah went with me to my appointment last week as she was on her last swine flu recovery day before going back to school, and the dr. let her work the Doppler to hear the heartbeats.  Even though she was shy, she kind of thought it was the greatest thing ever.  I’m worried about Hannah and her adjustment after the babies are here.

Honestly, I think I’m more worried about ME adjusting to her not being the baby than I am about her own adjustment. I’m sure that I wrote something similar about Caitlyn when Hannah was the unknown person in my womb, but Hannah is just…Hannah. She was such a sick and needy baby with her awful reflux and ear infections and never sleeping. It has sort of been the mommy and Hannah show for nearly 5 years now. She probably gets 50% of my total parenting attention with Eddie and Cait (who are granted self sufficient and older) splitting the other 50%. I don’t know why or what it is about her that makes me coddle her so. When I think about not having All the Time for her though, I get panicky and sad.  This is irrational, I know.  Just like I know that our family dynamic will change and be just fine, just like it has been every other time. As much as I like to think it, she really hasn’t been a baby for a long time.  We’re registering her for kindergarten next month for pete’s sake! Anyway, I will get over it, obviously.  It’s just been weighing on me this last week or so.

So anyway…tomorrow is 30 weeks, which means we have an official 8 weeks until baby time.  As much as I will be glad to have the pregnancy over with, I still feel like *I* need more time.  Perhaps I can slow the weeks down somehow.

Third trimester, baby!

I neglected to take a photo this week as I was busy discovering how hard it is to take care of sick people in your house when you can barely move and take care of yourself.  Ed had some sort of weird bug last week, and then Eddie wasn’t quite himself.  Hannah started running a high fever on Sunday and was confirmed to have H1N1 at the Dr. on Monday morning, which caused us to have to scramble all day to arrange her care, because I had a sonogram scheduled, and Ed had a big job that couldn’t be moved and we have no help and it was just a clusterfuck in every sense of the word.  BUT! Today is better.  This week will be better.

I went in for my Gestational Diabetes testing last week and while it wasn’t the most fun I’ve ever had, it was no big deal.  My results came through last night, and were nice and good at 126, so no 3 hour test or anything like that.  If I am reading the report right, I may be mildly anemic, but that is nothing new.  I am so pleased that medically speaking, everything has been so normal, even with he strain of having an extra baby in there. My body really was made to carry babies.  It’s too bad that I can’t pass it (and my super fertility) on to someone else now that I’m done with it.

Yesterday was my 28 week ultrasound.  Baby Girl (A) is breech and Baby Boy (B) is head down.  I’ve been assured though that there is plenty of time for her to flip and settle head down.  I am worried about her running out of room to flip, but in keeping with my usual MO, I am not going to worry about it until I have to. As I thought, Baby Boy is no longer lying straight across under my ribs.  They are actually head to to, sort of in a circle like this ( ). Because everyone is growing well, and because there are separate sacs, both with plenty of fluid and such, my next scan will be in 4 weeks instead of 2.  Unless my OB says otherwise tomorrow, that is.

My regularly scheduled appointment is tomorrow, and from there, we go every 2 weeks.  Plans for tomorrow’s appointment include talking about stopping or reducing work because it’s hard for me to sit in my chair for long periods of time.  Propping my keyboard has helped, but my rib area falls asleep and my tailbone can’t handle the office chair for long periods of time.  I’m afraid that I may not make it to the end of the month as originally intended.

We are slowly but surely getting ready for the babies.  We have clothes and blankets.  We’ve accumulated about 800 disposable diapers to use in the first month or so, and I have enough cloth for after that.  Ed sill thinks I’m crazy, but that’s ok.  We have most of the big gear and we have the money to redo the master bedroom, and make room for them in there.  We also bought a second (used) minivan so that either of us can port 5 kids (5! Kids!) where they need to go.  Things are coming along!

I’m sort of in love with this picture.  I…am very pregnant.  I’m actually 28 weeks today, but am behind on my weekly posting thanks to the holidays. Anyway. I still feel pretty good!  This is somewhat amazing to me.  I am sore, yes.  I have heartburn.  It’s hard to stand or walk for long periods of time.  But I feel good! Who knew it could be true when carrying around so much baby!

I have been off of work for 2 weeks now, due to being sick and then my vacation.  It was really hard to come back today.  I’m exhausted and kind of cranky about it.  I’m ready to start my leave now, though my actual plan is to work through the end of the month if possible.

I had a dream the other night where I saw Molly’s face so clearly.  Fuzzy dark hair like Cait.  Big, round, dark blue eyes.  Tiny. It was so vivid that I woke up kind of freaked out.  Gus was wrapped in a blanket to the side, and I did not see his face.  It makes me wonder though, if she really will look that way.  I’m holding out for Gus to be my redhead.

We are pretty settled on a middle name for Angus at this point…Westley, in tribute to The Princess Bride which we love.  No such luck for Molly, but I can tell you that it will not be Buttercup.

We will have babies here in 10 weeks or less, and as much as I’ve said it, I have not processed it.  I need to work on that, I suppose. Monday starts my rigorous schedule of ultrasounds and appointments every 2 weeks. I kind of need time to slow down.