Well, we've reached 31 weeks today. But it's hard to celebrate. It has happened again. We had our scan on Wednesday and our technician assured us (after we found out the doctors were all away) that it was fine, that she wasn't worried at all, that everything was good. Earl and I went straight from the hospital off to a two night getaway to the beach. We had some phone reception issues, but generally we could get messages, so I figured if the hospital needed to contact us they would.
And so tonight, in the middle of bathing some girls we were baby-sitting, a doctor from the hospital called, wondering why we didn't respond to any of her messages. It seemed she had left three messages on my phone, but for some unknown reason they didn't come through. She had wanted me to come in to see the doctors this morning, but I had missed the message. She now wants us to come in tomorrow (Saturday) to some foetal monitoring and to talk to the doctor. She said the discrepancy between the boys had grown and they needed to monitor more.
I said "the U/S tech said everything looked good". She didn't have any answers, except to say sometimes it takes a while for the radiologist to write their reports. She said they would confirm tomorrow, but I will probably need to come to the hospital three times a week to get the boys checked out.
I don't know how to feel. It's obviously not a good sign. I wouldn't say it's a bad thing, obviously they are doing this so if something goes wrong they can pick it up and get these boys out as soon as needed. But there is nothing more overwhelming than being told from a scan that everything is fine to then be told from the same scan that everything is NOT fine.
My poor Dancer. I keep reminding myself what Toni keeps saying in her comments, that he is a fighter. And again, this is not because his fluid or heart-rate or Dopplers are bad. They are all good. It's because he is so small.
Today could have been such an awesome day. After beautiful time away, we came home and Mum came round and we set up the change table, and moved the furniture to make way for the cot. We put more clothes away. Our house is getting ready, and I was so happy.
Now I'm off to the hospital again. And I am so afraid for my boys.
LG
Friday, April 12, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
30 weeks... and a half!
What a difference a good nights sleep makes! Despite the usual pee breaks, and a rather disturbing dream, I managed to sleep most of last night and it was lovely. Feeling so refreshed and ready for a day of cleaning and hospital bag packing. I'm still not entirely sure what to pack, and Earl has my suitcase, so it's actually going to be packing my laundry basket, but it's a start! The doctor from my last ranty post said it was worth having a bag packed just in case, and I think I'm okay with that.
Anyway, today is actually 30 weeks and 4 days, which is more than half way through, but I do want to keep documenting so here goes!
How long? 30 weeks and 4 days. If I deliver bang on 38 weeks, that's only 52 days to go!
Weight: 83.3 on the hospital scales. That suggests I've put on 1.8 kg in two weeks. The dietician said anything from 0.60 to 0.9 a week was good for 2nd trimester. I assume it's still good for 3rd? Anyway, putting on a little bit more makes me hope that Dancer is doing his thing. We are really hoping he will make 1kg by tomorrows scan.
Bump: I had my first "Wow, it's huge" comment this week. It's been fun watching the shape change depending on what the twins are doing. Dancer has a habit of sticking his back into my tummy so that it's lop sided, while BH sticks his little bottom out the size. So cute. I am sadly getting to the point where my maternity Jeans belly bit doesn't want to stay up but keeps slipping down. I wonder if I'll have to buy some new stuff to get through the last month or so?
Movement: BH moves away, and has now been felt by Earl, Sister, Mum, Dad, and a friend. I feel bad, because another friend has been really hoping to feel movement, but he always seems to sleep when she is around! Earl has felt Dancer once, and I've seen him move from the outside a couple of times. Dancer is not as active, which still freaks me out at least once every two days, though there is always something. Is it position? Is it size? I don't really know, but every time he gives a kick or moves around I throw a little party in my head. BH is still head down, and now I feel movement down there which just feels weird!
Sleep: Last night was heaven, which makes me think maybe my cold (which is starting to go away, yay!) might be the main cause of my insomnia. We will have to see. I left my big maternity pillow at my parents, but maybe that's a good thing, because my little throw pillow under my belly seems to be doing fine, and it's less awkward for my frequent turning. It's the end of Daylight saving here, so I've been going to bed earlier and getting up earlier too. Naps are so very necessary!
Mood: Still a bit edgy. Sometimes I feel fine but alot of the time I worry. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow's scan, because I know Dancer was healthy last Thursday, and so all we really need to know is if he is growing. I'm telling him to, not sure if it helps :)
Mobility: Am the biggest clumsy kluz the world has ever seen. Seriously, I drop everything! Which is interesting when picking things up usually involves going down on all fours. I can still walk around quite well but I just get too tired. And every hypo I've had seems to be linked to walking to much so I have to peg it back. Really missing big long walks, looking forward to picking that up again when the boys are on the outside :)
GD: Again, not to bad, though I did have a hypo on Sunday. Watched several cooking shows on the weekend and now have a hankering for a good Aussie Meat Pie. Might have to wait on that one :)
Food: Realised I've slacked off on the veggies and fruit. Made a big salad yesterday, and bought some fruit (oh, but I'm so sad that the summer fruit is ending!), so I think I'm doing better in that regard. Still enjoying the milk and yoghurt.
Snoring: Earl actually recorded my snoring on his ipad. It is very bad. He and my sister had a big discussion about it (turns out I snored on my weekend away, didn't know at the time). I really am as loud as he said. Oh well, he's getting alot of fun out of teasing me about it so maybe that makes up for his sleep troubles!
Overall, I still can't complain re symptoms. And I am just so conscious that sleep and pain and food and GD and mobility are all nothing if my boys are doing well.
So I would appreciate people's prayers for my scan tomorrow.
And yay for 30 weeks :)
LG
Anyway, today is actually 30 weeks and 4 days, which is more than half way through, but I do want to keep documenting so here goes!
How long? 30 weeks and 4 days. If I deliver bang on 38 weeks, that's only 52 days to go!
Weight: 83.3 on the hospital scales. That suggests I've put on 1.8 kg in two weeks. The dietician said anything from 0.60 to 0.9 a week was good for 2nd trimester. I assume it's still good for 3rd? Anyway, putting on a little bit more makes me hope that Dancer is doing his thing. We are really hoping he will make 1kg by tomorrows scan.
Bump: I had my first "Wow, it's huge" comment this week. It's been fun watching the shape change depending on what the twins are doing. Dancer has a habit of sticking his back into my tummy so that it's lop sided, while BH sticks his little bottom out the size. So cute. I am sadly getting to the point where my maternity Jeans belly bit doesn't want to stay up but keeps slipping down. I wonder if I'll have to buy some new stuff to get through the last month or so?
Movement: BH moves away, and has now been felt by Earl, Sister, Mum, Dad, and a friend. I feel bad, because another friend has been really hoping to feel movement, but he always seems to sleep when she is around! Earl has felt Dancer once, and I've seen him move from the outside a couple of times. Dancer is not as active, which still freaks me out at least once every two days, though there is always something. Is it position? Is it size? I don't really know, but every time he gives a kick or moves around I throw a little party in my head. BH is still head down, and now I feel movement down there which just feels weird!
Sleep: Last night was heaven, which makes me think maybe my cold (which is starting to go away, yay!) might be the main cause of my insomnia. We will have to see. I left my big maternity pillow at my parents, but maybe that's a good thing, because my little throw pillow under my belly seems to be doing fine, and it's less awkward for my frequent turning. It's the end of Daylight saving here, so I've been going to bed earlier and getting up earlier too. Naps are so very necessary!
Mood: Still a bit edgy. Sometimes I feel fine but alot of the time I worry. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow's scan, because I know Dancer was healthy last Thursday, and so all we really need to know is if he is growing. I'm telling him to, not sure if it helps :)
Mobility: Am the biggest clumsy kluz the world has ever seen. Seriously, I drop everything! Which is interesting when picking things up usually involves going down on all fours. I can still walk around quite well but I just get too tired. And every hypo I've had seems to be linked to walking to much so I have to peg it back. Really missing big long walks, looking forward to picking that up again when the boys are on the outside :)
GD: Again, not to bad, though I did have a hypo on Sunday. Watched several cooking shows on the weekend and now have a hankering for a good Aussie Meat Pie. Might have to wait on that one :)
Food: Realised I've slacked off on the veggies and fruit. Made a big salad yesterday, and bought some fruit (oh, but I'm so sad that the summer fruit is ending!), so I think I'm doing better in that regard. Still enjoying the milk and yoghurt.
Snoring: Earl actually recorded my snoring on his ipad. It is very bad. He and my sister had a big discussion about it (turns out I snored on my weekend away, didn't know at the time). I really am as loud as he said. Oh well, he's getting alot of fun out of teasing me about it so maybe that makes up for his sleep troubles!
Overall, I still can't complain re symptoms. And I am just so conscious that sleep and pain and food and GD and mobility are all nothing if my boys are doing well.
So I would appreciate people's prayers for my scan tomorrow.
And yay for 30 weeks :)
LG
Sunday, April 7, 2013
A weirdly emotional weekend
Well, we have reached 30 weeks. I've been hanging out for this time for so long. But the truth is, it's been a really emotional weekend. Not necessarily bad, not necessarily good, just emotional. I'm a little bit more nervous for my boys than I was, though it comes and it goes. But I should explain.
As I stated in my last post, I had been in the hospital on Thursday, had a cold and had not slept well on Thursday night, and woke up on Friday to 30 weeks, and my first trip to the hospital without Earl.
Earl was instead catching a train and a bus to the airport, to fly to Sydney for 4 days. It is a kinda work trip, but with lots of lovely catch ups with our old Sydney friends. I know if I had gone it would have been too much, not just because its too far along for me to fly, but also because social things tire me out. But I was still sad to be missing out.
I arrived at the hospital, and I didn't see our doctor. Now just to explain, for the last two appointments I had also not seen my doctor, he had been on holidays. But the day before, waiting at emergency, I saw him walk past and heaved a sigh of relief because he was back, and with him back we could finally start talking about the next 8 weeks and what they might involve. He also knows our history, and I trust him.
But when my name was called it was a new doctor. She was nice. But I didn't know her. I didn't trust her. And I was so disappointed she wasn't our normal doctor I was already feeling a bit funny.
She did the heart beats (perfect) and checked my blood pressure. She asked about the emergency stay and saw that everything was good. Then she looked at the last scan.
"wow, one of your babies is very little" she said. I tried to explain that he had always been little, that the U/S doctor had not worried because it was such an unclear scan, but the doctor was still concerned and said "We might need you to start coming in for two Doppler's a week.
I felt ill. It wasn't that I definitely thought there was a problem. It's just that every health professional I had seen in the last week and a half had not been worried about Dancer and suddenly this doctor who I didn't know was worried and I didn't know how to process this.
She went on to say that it was clear that even if he was small, he was very healthy. She said that I could scan on Wednesday, and then if he hadn't picked up, then we would move to more monitoring. I couldn't read if she she was worried or not. I couldn't BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HER.
As I left the room she said "See you soon" and I wanted to yell back "I don't want to see you soon, I want to see my doctor". I knew when I went into this that as a public patient I wouldn't always get my doctor, but with twins they do their best for you to see the same person. I'm just scared that they are going to switch me over. I was a bit teary by the time I booked my next appointment, so I didn't think to specifically ask for my normal Doc. But I'm going to get my more assertive Earl to go through and ask on Wednesday before our scan.
Anyway, I called Earl in tears. After he calmed down (I always freak him out when I call in tears), he didn't sound too worried, and it made me feel better. But I just kept saying, "I needed you there" I needed a second opinion, a comforting hand, someone to help me deal with the news. Over the phone just wasn't enough.
I started putting myself back together, and was about to get in the lift when Earl called me back. He was in a panic. He had brought his keys to the airport, when we needed them to get into the hall we hire for church. So he asked me to drive to the airport and pick them up.
Now remember, I was already tired, already emotional, and now I was facing a 2 hour round trip to pick up some keys.
It was not a good day.
Thankfully, I had organised to spend the weekend with my parents. Dad came and picked me up after I got back from the airport. I talked to Dad about the appointment and felt better. I got home and Mum set me up on the couch with some lovely low GI snacks she had made especially. My parents live a little way out of town in a beautiful house on a lovely big block of land. The house just speak to me of holidays. It was just what I needed.
Saturday was spent relaxing, eating, and sorting through baby clothes. My parents are so excited and none of us ever get tired of talking about the boys. And I began to calm down. I don't know what will happen to my boys, whether they will need an early exit or if they will stay in. But as Dad said, all you really care about is what's best for them. And we will make that call. Yes, if they come out early they might need special care. But isn't that so much better than the alternative? And afterall, we are thirty weeks. With a little special care they should be fine.
Dancer also decided to have a very active Saturday/Sunday, which was just what I needed. He is no way as active as his brother (and he is in a less conducive position for kicks), but he is moving. A healthy but little baby. That is what I keep telling myself.
So was it a good weekend? Yes, I think it was. But it was also an emotional and stressful one.
Earl is back Tuesday night. I'm so glad that is our last time apart before the boys arrive.
I'm just not very strong on my own.
LG
As I stated in my last post, I had been in the hospital on Thursday, had a cold and had not slept well on Thursday night, and woke up on Friday to 30 weeks, and my first trip to the hospital without Earl.
Earl was instead catching a train and a bus to the airport, to fly to Sydney for 4 days. It is a kinda work trip, but with lots of lovely catch ups with our old Sydney friends. I know if I had gone it would have been too much, not just because its too far along for me to fly, but also because social things tire me out. But I was still sad to be missing out.
I arrived at the hospital, and I didn't see our doctor. Now just to explain, for the last two appointments I had also not seen my doctor, he had been on holidays. But the day before, waiting at emergency, I saw him walk past and heaved a sigh of relief because he was back, and with him back we could finally start talking about the next 8 weeks and what they might involve. He also knows our history, and I trust him.
But when my name was called it was a new doctor. She was nice. But I didn't know her. I didn't trust her. And I was so disappointed she wasn't our normal doctor I was already feeling a bit funny.
She did the heart beats (perfect) and checked my blood pressure. She asked about the emergency stay and saw that everything was good. Then she looked at the last scan.
"wow, one of your babies is very little" she said. I tried to explain that he had always been little, that the U/S doctor had not worried because it was such an unclear scan, but the doctor was still concerned and said "We might need you to start coming in for two Doppler's a week.
I felt ill. It wasn't that I definitely thought there was a problem. It's just that every health professional I had seen in the last week and a half had not been worried about Dancer and suddenly this doctor who I didn't know was worried and I didn't know how to process this.
She went on to say that it was clear that even if he was small, he was very healthy. She said that I could scan on Wednesday, and then if he hadn't picked up, then we would move to more monitoring. I couldn't read if she she was worried or not. I couldn't BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HER.
As I left the room she said "See you soon" and I wanted to yell back "I don't want to see you soon, I want to see my doctor". I knew when I went into this that as a public patient I wouldn't always get my doctor, but with twins they do their best for you to see the same person. I'm just scared that they are going to switch me over. I was a bit teary by the time I booked my next appointment, so I didn't think to specifically ask for my normal Doc. But I'm going to get my more assertive Earl to go through and ask on Wednesday before our scan.
Anyway, I called Earl in tears. After he calmed down (I always freak him out when I call in tears), he didn't sound too worried, and it made me feel better. But I just kept saying, "I needed you there" I needed a second opinion, a comforting hand, someone to help me deal with the news. Over the phone just wasn't enough.
I started putting myself back together, and was about to get in the lift when Earl called me back. He was in a panic. He had brought his keys to the airport, when we needed them to get into the hall we hire for church. So he asked me to drive to the airport and pick them up.
Now remember, I was already tired, already emotional, and now I was facing a 2 hour round trip to pick up some keys.
It was not a good day.
Thankfully, I had organised to spend the weekend with my parents. Dad came and picked me up after I got back from the airport. I talked to Dad about the appointment and felt better. I got home and Mum set me up on the couch with some lovely low GI snacks she had made especially. My parents live a little way out of town in a beautiful house on a lovely big block of land. The house just speak to me of holidays. It was just what I needed.
Saturday was spent relaxing, eating, and sorting through baby clothes. My parents are so excited and none of us ever get tired of talking about the boys. And I began to calm down. I don't know what will happen to my boys, whether they will need an early exit or if they will stay in. But as Dad said, all you really care about is what's best for them. And we will make that call. Yes, if they come out early they might need special care. But isn't that so much better than the alternative? And afterall, we are thirty weeks. With a little special care they should be fine.
Dancer also decided to have a very active Saturday/Sunday, which was just what I needed. He is no way as active as his brother (and he is in a less conducive position for kicks), but he is moving. A healthy but little baby. That is what I keep telling myself.
So was it a good weekend? Yes, I think it was. But it was also an emotional and stressful one.
Earl is back Tuesday night. I'm so glad that is our last time apart before the boys arrive.
I'm just not very strong on my own.
LG
Thursday, April 4, 2013
All the little things
Well, I'm thirty weeks today. I realised it at about 4am, when my insomnia was too frustrating and I got out my phone to play. Not the song and dance I was expecting. It has been a frustrating 24 hours. But it's all little things, and 30 weeks is a big thing.
I was having a great week. Maternity leave was both restful and productive. My sister got to feel her first kick. And Thursday was set aside for a little house cleaning and time with friends.
But I had a bleed yesterday morning.
Everything was fine. We had ultra sounds, heartbeat checks and a cervical exam to prove it. But we spent 8 hours in the hospital waiting. It was a busy day, with several serious emergencies, so we kept dropping down the list.
After this, we came home with fifteen minutes until our dinner guest showed up. It was a lovely night, and a helpful excuse for take out, but I was so tired when she left. Around that time, I checked our regular doctors appointment, and realised it was late morning, so Earl would need to be at the airport for his work trip instead of the doctors. My first doctors appointment without him! And last night Earl and I both felt sick, and so couldn't sleep. It's the first bad cold of the pregnancy. I don't know if last night was because I'm sick, or stressed, or if its just the new normal for this pregnancy, but sleep was not my friend.
But regardless, we are at 30 weeks. 30 weeks people! With both babies looking happy and content to stay. I just can't believe it.
What is a rotten day and night compared to that!
LG
I was having a great week. Maternity leave was both restful and productive. My sister got to feel her first kick. And Thursday was set aside for a little house cleaning and time with friends.
But I had a bleed yesterday morning.
Everything was fine. We had ultra sounds, heartbeat checks and a cervical exam to prove it. But we spent 8 hours in the hospital waiting. It was a busy day, with several serious emergencies, so we kept dropping down the list.
After this, we came home with fifteen minutes until our dinner guest showed up. It was a lovely night, and a helpful excuse for take out, but I was so tired when she left. Around that time, I checked our regular doctors appointment, and realised it was late morning, so Earl would need to be at the airport for his work trip instead of the doctors. My first doctors appointment without him! And last night Earl and I both felt sick, and so couldn't sleep. It's the first bad cold of the pregnancy. I don't know if last night was because I'm sick, or stressed, or if its just the new normal for this pregnancy, but sleep was not my friend.
But regardless, we are at 30 weeks. 30 weeks people! With both babies looking happy and content to stay. I just can't believe it.
What is a rotten day and night compared to that!
LG
Monday, April 1, 2013
IF glasses
I do my best not to have IF amnesia through everything. It's difficult sometimes, particularly as I'm just so excited about the boys. But it's funny how when people make insensitive or naive comments I realise it's just not possible to totally forget.
Not that it's the same. Comments that would have sent me home crying just feel me with frustration or exasperation. The sting is gone to a certain extent and I don't ever want to forget or take that for granted.
There are two relationships where this has been bubbling away. The first is a girl I'm, for want of a better word, mentoring. She is young. Not just young in age but in outlook. She and her husband are telling everyone that she is going to study, then have a baby after this year. She has even hinted it on Facebook!. Earl has already told them off for that one. She is fascinated by the twins, and keeps asking for advice. She is stressing about maternity clothes and people touching her not even existing bump. I keep waiting for the perfect "in" to talk about how unhelpful her attitude is, but it hasn't come. But I need it to, because I'm growing resentful.
The second person (or people) are my brother in law and his wife.
I've talked about them before. Not quite as public and naive, but still planners who think they have it all figured out. There comments before the twins really hurt. There comments now, well, to be honest, maybe because I've known my BIL for ten years and because I still see him as a little teenager, sometimes I just feel like he's just a little kid who makes me laugh with his naivety.
They are going overseas for a wedding. It's in May, so I hope they'll be back for the boys arrival. SIL talked about how it's probably their last chance for a spontaneous trip before kids. This irked me a little, but not too much.
Then BIL got excited. See, he works for schools and so has more time off than his wife. He said to her, when your home with a baby, we can go on holiday adventures every school holidays. This is naive on about five levels- but of course, the possibility of IF was at the front of my mind, as I reflected on how often I had thought that when I was working and Earl was a student.
I don't want to be ungracious. After all, it was a very naive LG who started this journey. But now i see the world through IF glasses. And sometimes I wish I could just say what I think to them all. "You think IF wont happen to you? It happened to me. Why do you assume you get a smooth road?"
But I never have the guts. I hope you all had an okay weekend, and that no ones April fool joke were insensitive.
LG
Not that it's the same. Comments that would have sent me home crying just feel me with frustration or exasperation. The sting is gone to a certain extent and I don't ever want to forget or take that for granted.
There are two relationships where this has been bubbling away. The first is a girl I'm, for want of a better word, mentoring. She is young. Not just young in age but in outlook. She and her husband are telling everyone that she is going to study, then have a baby after this year. She has even hinted it on Facebook!. Earl has already told them off for that one. She is fascinated by the twins, and keeps asking for advice. She is stressing about maternity clothes and people touching her not even existing bump. I keep waiting for the perfect "in" to talk about how unhelpful her attitude is, but it hasn't come. But I need it to, because I'm growing resentful.
The second person (or people) are my brother in law and his wife.
I've talked about them before. Not quite as public and naive, but still planners who think they have it all figured out. There comments before the twins really hurt. There comments now, well, to be honest, maybe because I've known my BIL for ten years and because I still see him as a little teenager, sometimes I just feel like he's just a little kid who makes me laugh with his naivety.
They are going overseas for a wedding. It's in May, so I hope they'll be back for the boys arrival. SIL talked about how it's probably their last chance for a spontaneous trip before kids. This irked me a little, but not too much.
Then BIL got excited. See, he works for schools and so has more time off than his wife. He said to her, when your home with a baby, we can go on holiday adventures every school holidays. This is naive on about five levels- but of course, the possibility of IF was at the front of my mind, as I reflected on how often I had thought that when I was working and Earl was a student.
I don't want to be ungracious. After all, it was a very naive LG who started this journey. But now i see the world through IF glasses. And sometimes I wish I could just say what I think to them all. "You think IF wont happen to you? It happened to me. Why do you assume you get a smooth road?"
But I never have the guts. I hope you all had an okay weekend, and that no ones April fool joke were insensitive.
LG
Friday, March 29, 2013
29 weeks, and getting prepared
This was one of those, I can't believe I'm here weeks. Next week will be the same. 30 weeks just sounds so serious! We are both relieved they would be okay arriving now, but also desperately encouraging them to stay put.
Our normal doc has been away and I can't wait to see him on Friday. It just feels like it's time to make plans and I have so many questions! Will be good to talk things through.
Yesterday was weird. As I've probably said before, I work part time and volunteer part time. Tuesday was my last "work day", and yesterday was my last volunteer day. I'm so excited, I've been waiting six years for this moment- but it does feel very strange. Particularly as I'm at least starting off SAHM, so there is no set plans of return. I'm sad about the relationships that are ending, though it is for the best reason ever!
Maternity leave has been this juicy carrot at the end of a busy and tiring two months. But I realise now I'm here, there is much to be done. The house is still not organised, the baby clothes need washing, and there is various bits of paper work to do. Not to mention baby shopping! So I'm setting the aim of one task a day. That way I can get the rest I'm suppose to have, but still have things ticking off my list.
On to the update!
Far along: 29 weeks, one day
Weight: find out next week at hospital
Bump: I love it! My BFF reckons I look 40 weeks now. It is still very pointy and cute. It's hard to imagine bubs will double in the next nine weeks, so I don't think it will look normal for long. It gets bumps on it depending where the boys are pushing out. (I had an friend ask me what's the secret to looking so good in pregnancy. I thought it was a weird question.. I'm not blowing my own horn, I just think it's weird how you cant predict how you will look. I'm not naturally skinny or anything. But i guess pregnancy just works with my body shape)
Position: BH is head down on the right, Dancer is transverse across the top/middle (he moves positions a bit).
Movement: harder to tell who is who with there overlap, but always get at least a few kicks that I know are from each of them. No days this week where kicking has stressed me out, so very thankful. BH is still very strong!
Sleep: many anxious dreams, as well as a slightly comical mid night search for Earl's ipad which he though someone pinched (it was just in our room). If I wake properly at night I struggle to sleep again, so try to keep pretty low key with my pee breaks. Finally moved on to body pillow. Earl is not a fan!
Pain: finding occasional pain below, think it might be just pressure on my pelvic flours? But not all the time. Right shoulder gets pretty stiff. Back hurts for half a minute after being in one position too long. Overall, can't really complain.
GD: surprise, surprise- hit 28 weeks and suddenly my blood sugar levels go up. Not surprised, and insulin increase seems to have helped. Overall good, but suddenly, Inexplicably craving sugar again. Don't know why, but trying to think of ways to deal with it.
Food: pretty good. Still dairy crazy. No constipation which is just awesome!
Oh, and it would be remiss of me not to admit that Earl is reporting lots of snoring!
Mood: anxiety back a bit this week. Partly think I'm worn out. Earl has said "your overtired, go to bed" so many times this week. I get scared about lots of things, and wonder how I will handle two. But I get excited too, so how I am just depends on the day. I also get scared about how my relationship with Earl will change, when I'm sharing my energy among the three men! Earl's answer is always the same, we will just figure it out when we get there. Good advice I think. He is such a champ, I'm so excited to parent with him.
Next week is 30 weeks. Can you believe it. Can't believe in 9 weeks we've gone from so hard to so good!
LG
Our normal doc has been away and I can't wait to see him on Friday. It just feels like it's time to make plans and I have so many questions! Will be good to talk things through.
Yesterday was weird. As I've probably said before, I work part time and volunteer part time. Tuesday was my last "work day", and yesterday was my last volunteer day. I'm so excited, I've been waiting six years for this moment- but it does feel very strange. Particularly as I'm at least starting off SAHM, so there is no set plans of return. I'm sad about the relationships that are ending, though it is for the best reason ever!
Maternity leave has been this juicy carrot at the end of a busy and tiring two months. But I realise now I'm here, there is much to be done. The house is still not organised, the baby clothes need washing, and there is various bits of paper work to do. Not to mention baby shopping! So I'm setting the aim of one task a day. That way I can get the rest I'm suppose to have, but still have things ticking off my list.
On to the update!
Far along: 29 weeks, one day
Weight: find out next week at hospital
Bump: I love it! My BFF reckons I look 40 weeks now. It is still very pointy and cute. It's hard to imagine bubs will double in the next nine weeks, so I don't think it will look normal for long. It gets bumps on it depending where the boys are pushing out. (I had an friend ask me what's the secret to looking so good in pregnancy. I thought it was a weird question.. I'm not blowing my own horn, I just think it's weird how you cant predict how you will look. I'm not naturally skinny or anything. But i guess pregnancy just works with my body shape)
Position: BH is head down on the right, Dancer is transverse across the top/middle (he moves positions a bit).
Movement: harder to tell who is who with there overlap, but always get at least a few kicks that I know are from each of them. No days this week where kicking has stressed me out, so very thankful. BH is still very strong!
Sleep: many anxious dreams, as well as a slightly comical mid night search for Earl's ipad which he though someone pinched (it was just in our room). If I wake properly at night I struggle to sleep again, so try to keep pretty low key with my pee breaks. Finally moved on to body pillow. Earl is not a fan!
Pain: finding occasional pain below, think it might be just pressure on my pelvic flours? But not all the time. Right shoulder gets pretty stiff. Back hurts for half a minute after being in one position too long. Overall, can't really complain.
GD: surprise, surprise- hit 28 weeks and suddenly my blood sugar levels go up. Not surprised, and insulin increase seems to have helped. Overall good, but suddenly, Inexplicably craving sugar again. Don't know why, but trying to think of ways to deal with it.
Food: pretty good. Still dairy crazy. No constipation which is just awesome!
Oh, and it would be remiss of me not to admit that Earl is reporting lots of snoring!
Mood: anxiety back a bit this week. Partly think I'm worn out. Earl has said "your overtired, go to bed" so many times this week. I get scared about lots of things, and wonder how I will handle two. But I get excited too, so how I am just depends on the day. I also get scared about how my relationship with Earl will change, when I'm sharing my energy among the three men! Earl's answer is always the same, we will just figure it out when we get there. Good advice I think. He is such a champ, I'm so excited to parent with him.
Next week is 30 weeks. Can you believe it. Can't believe in 9 weeks we've gone from so hard to so good!
LG
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Scan
The good. News is all the reliable indicators are good. Fluid, Doppler, and after some prodding with the wand, movement. The doctor seemed happy. Both boys were on a good trajectory, although Dancer dropped to 15 percentile. But the boys are overlapping, so it was hard to measure so Doc reckons she wouldn't worry about that.
But I do worry, I want everything perfect!
But as Doc said, it is a 28 week scan, which means my bubs (with some steroids) can survive out of the womb, so even though they don't look like coming early, if they do it should be okay.
She said to rest and enjoy them while there in. She has twins herself, and spent more time talking about that than the scan. She said her husband told the babies every night to sleep while in the womb, and they were great sleepers.
Earl said to the boys "don't worry about sleeping times. Just concentrate on growing."
Amen
LG
But I do worry, I want everything perfect!
But as Doc said, it is a 28 week scan, which means my bubs (with some steroids) can survive out of the womb, so even though they don't look like coming early, if they do it should be okay.
She said to rest and enjoy them while there in. She has twins herself, and spent more time talking about that than the scan. She said her husband told the babies every night to sleep while in the womb, and they were great sleepers.
Earl said to the boys "don't worry about sleeping times. Just concentrate on growing."
Amen
LG
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