I've been pretty even-keel emotionally throughout my pregnancy (well, as even-keel as someone whose husband has terminal cancer and who is pregnant can be). In the past few weeks, though, everything makes me cry. For example:
1. Yesterday, it took me 30 minutes instead of the usual 20 to get home from work. Tears ensued.
2. Last week, we installed a Frog Pod in our bathroom for future bath-toy storage. It's really cute. Today after I took a shower, it fell off the wall and crashed into the tub, taking the mounting equipment along with it. No one was hurt, but I was so sad about the Crash of the Frog Pod that I cried.
3. I got home from work kind of late one day last week; I had gone to a happy hour thing with coworkers where much fun had been had but there was not much to eat. I had fantasized all the way home about eating some leftovers from our fridge. When I got home, I found that my husband had eaten said leftovers, as was well within his right. I cried anyway.
4. We wanted to see a movie over the weekend. The one we wanted to see was not playing at a convenient time. Oh, the emotional pain, soothed only by tears!
5. I had a mighty struggle getting my car into a parallel parking spot during our weekend getaway to Maine. In fact, I never got it to work; I gave up after five or so attempts and, tears streaming down my face, moved along in search of a more friendly place to park.
I could go on, but you get the idea. My lesson here: hormones are powerful things.
31 May 2006
30 May 2006
Back in the Saddle
Jeepers cripes, things have gotten busy around here. I do most of my posting at work, and in the past couple of weeks I've actually had an explosion of job-related activity that has eaten into my posting time. I can't complain, but I have missed feeling connected to the land of the online.
The good news is that the twins are still on the inside and doing well. They were monitored last Monday and the heartbeats were strong and steady. I've been having these fears/feelings that our girl is tricking us and is actually a boy, so I asked both docs to do double-check the sex. It was a no-go, though. The boy was flashing his naughty bits with reckless abandon, but our girl was blocking ultrasound access to her privates. I go back in for a monitoring session today. We'll see if she's better positioned this time. I'm 35 weeks, one day today, which means three weeks and two days from c-section time. Crazy.
I've also now had two baby-related dreams. In the first one, we were at the hospital getting ready to take the babies home . . . in the trunk of my parents' Honda Accord! This seemed to be the way everyone did it; the nurses were helping us pack them into the trunk and wishing us well. (I think I need to call the police station about getting our carseats installed.) In the second dream, I was at the hospital (again), getting ready to go home (again), but only the girl had been born. The boy was still inside! The nurses were assuring me that this was normal and that I could just come back in a week or so when he was ready to come out. This seemed like a fine plan to me.
So, work. Yeah. I'm interviewing for my boss's job tomorrow. I'm excited about it and I think I have a good shot. Should I get the job, I should also get a significant boost in pay and my own office (with a door and everything! All the better for pumping breastmilk.) I'll also get to test my managerial wings and take on some additional responsibilities in a place that's familiar, and a place where people know about GH's illness and are incredibly supportive of my need to be with him at appointments, etc. There are many things that I don't like about my workplace, but for now, staying someplace familiar feels right to me. I have enough big change coming my way and I think it might push me over the edge to think about going back to work at a totally unfamiliar place come October.
Between setting up interviews, submitting my resume, talking to HR, etc. AND dealing with getting some projects wrapped up before I go on maternity leave, it's been a busy time around these parts. Luckily I've gotten some really positive feedback about the big project that I have due this week (four storybooks for third graders) and the other things I need to finish up are minor. I'm on the downhill slide.
Things on the cancer front have been relatively good. GH had a full-blown, all-drug treatment last Wednesday and he's holding up beautifully. His platelets were really too low (60K, for those of you who, sadly, know about these things) to give him all his meds, but his doctor was willing to treat him because she knows this stuff is working and she'd rather risk him needing a platelet transfusion than hold off. The best thing about last week's treatment, though, was that the staff at the clinic gave us a surprise baby shower. It moved us both to tears. Balloons, cake, gifts . . . it was so thoughtful. We are spoiled, the babies are spoiled. It was lovely and ever-so-thoughtful.* GH was in bed (they gave us a big room with a bed!), eating cake, getting his infusion, holding court in the hospitality suite. It was about as good a day at chemo as one could hope to have. Let's just hope that today's blood test shows that he has some platelets left.
Memorial Day weekend was wonderful, if too short. We took a quick trip up to Maine for some R&R. We pampered ourselves with good food and spa treatments (foot soak, foot and leg massage, head/neck/shoulder massage). We also did more Christmas shopping at some of the cool galleries and shops in Portland. Planning ahead for when there will be twins and no time for dealing with such things!
That's about the long and the short of it. A few weeks ago, I was having a lot of anxiety about the babies, but in the past week or so that's dissipated into excitement. It's tinged with nerves, to be sure, but mostly I'm just very much looking forward to meeting these guys. I think the sunny summer weather has helped my disposition. Today is a good day.
*GH and I are now trying to come up with a good way to think the staff for their thoughtfulness. I had thought about getting some flowers for the nurses' station, but some people are allergic and the smell might bother those getting chemo. Then we thought of catering in a lunch, but that seemed a little over the top. I'm now leaning towards baking brownies and bringing those in with a nice thank-you card. Thoughts, anyone?
The good news is that the twins are still on the inside and doing well. They were monitored last Monday and the heartbeats were strong and steady. I've been having these fears/feelings that our girl is tricking us and is actually a boy, so I asked both docs to do double-check the sex. It was a no-go, though. The boy was flashing his naughty bits with reckless abandon, but our girl was blocking ultrasound access to her privates. I go back in for a monitoring session today. We'll see if she's better positioned this time. I'm 35 weeks, one day today, which means three weeks and two days from c-section time. Crazy.
I've also now had two baby-related dreams. In the first one, we were at the hospital getting ready to take the babies home . . . in the trunk of my parents' Honda Accord! This seemed to be the way everyone did it; the nurses were helping us pack them into the trunk and wishing us well. (I think I need to call the police station about getting our carseats installed.) In the second dream, I was at the hospital (again), getting ready to go home (again), but only the girl had been born. The boy was still inside! The nurses were assuring me that this was normal and that I could just come back in a week or so when he was ready to come out. This seemed like a fine plan to me.
So, work. Yeah. I'm interviewing for my boss's job tomorrow. I'm excited about it and I think I have a good shot. Should I get the job, I should also get a significant boost in pay and my own office (with a door and everything! All the better for pumping breastmilk.) I'll also get to test my managerial wings and take on some additional responsibilities in a place that's familiar, and a place where people know about GH's illness and are incredibly supportive of my need to be with him at appointments, etc. There are many things that I don't like about my workplace, but for now, staying someplace familiar feels right to me. I have enough big change coming my way and I think it might push me over the edge to think about going back to work at a totally unfamiliar place come October.
Between setting up interviews, submitting my resume, talking to HR, etc. AND dealing with getting some projects wrapped up before I go on maternity leave, it's been a busy time around these parts. Luckily I've gotten some really positive feedback about the big project that I have due this week (four storybooks for third graders) and the other things I need to finish up are minor. I'm on the downhill slide.
Things on the cancer front have been relatively good. GH had a full-blown, all-drug treatment last Wednesday and he's holding up beautifully. His platelets were really too low (60K, for those of you who, sadly, know about these things) to give him all his meds, but his doctor was willing to treat him because she knows this stuff is working and she'd rather risk him needing a platelet transfusion than hold off. The best thing about last week's treatment, though, was that the staff at the clinic gave us a surprise baby shower. It moved us both to tears. Balloons, cake, gifts . . . it was so thoughtful. We are spoiled, the babies are spoiled. It was lovely and ever-so-thoughtful.* GH was in bed (they gave us a big room with a bed!), eating cake, getting his infusion, holding court in the hospitality suite. It was about as good a day at chemo as one could hope to have. Let's just hope that today's blood test shows that he has some platelets left.
Memorial Day weekend was wonderful, if too short. We took a quick trip up to Maine for some R&R. We pampered ourselves with good food and spa treatments (foot soak, foot and leg massage, head/neck/shoulder massage). We also did more Christmas shopping at some of the cool galleries and shops in Portland. Planning ahead for when there will be twins and no time for dealing with such things!
That's about the long and the short of it. A few weeks ago, I was having a lot of anxiety about the babies, but in the past week or so that's dissipated into excitement. It's tinged with nerves, to be sure, but mostly I'm just very much looking forward to meeting these guys. I think the sunny summer weather has helped my disposition. Today is a good day.
*GH and I are now trying to come up with a good way to think the staff for their thoughtfulness. I had thought about getting some flowers for the nurses' station, but some people are allergic and the smell might bother those getting chemo. Then we thought of catering in a lunch, but that seemed a little over the top. I'm now leaning towards baking brownies and bringing those in with a nice thank-you card. Thoughts, anyone?
19 May 2006
What AAA Coincidence
While at work yesterday, I read Badger's post about her husband's gift of a AAA membership. "How thoughtful. How heartbreaking. How sage," I thought.
When I got home last night, GH was sitting on the couch sorting the mail. He handed me a small red, white, and blue card. "I forgot to tell you that I renewed my AAA membership a few weeks ago," he said. "I remembered that the warranty on the Subaru [my primary car] is almost up, so I added you to the membership. I know how you hate dealing with that stuff. Here's your card."
It's small consolation that us members of The Saddest Club Ever found the most thoughtful, wise, and caring people in the world to marry. In fact, it's no consolation at all. I feel such heartache for the fellow members of the club, and I acutely miss their husbands, who I never had the chance to know. I don't need to have met them to know that they were amazing men. And then there is the part of me who mourns GH even though he is still here, doing all he can to make our time together as beautiful and magical as possible, and to remove some of the annoyances out of the bleakness that will come when he is gone.
When I got home last night, GH was sitting on the couch sorting the mail. He handed me a small red, white, and blue card. "I forgot to tell you that I renewed my AAA membership a few weeks ago," he said. "I remembered that the warranty on the Subaru [my primary car] is almost up, so I added you to the membership. I know how you hate dealing with that stuff. Here's your card."
It's small consolation that us members of The Saddest Club Ever found the most thoughtful, wise, and caring people in the world to marry. In fact, it's no consolation at all. I feel such heartache for the fellow members of the club, and I acutely miss their husbands, who I never had the chance to know. I don't need to have met them to know that they were amazing men. And then there is the part of me who mourns GH even though he is still here, doing all he can to make our time together as beautiful and magical as possible, and to remove some of the annoyances out of the bleakness that will come when he is gone.
18 May 2006
Zzzzzzzzz
Boy oh boy am I tired. Tired, tired, tired. I have a new post-work pattern to my days:
5:30: Arrive home.
5:31: Crawl into bed.
5:32: Fall asleep.
7:00: Wake up and start doing normal evening things like eat dinner, do laundry, take a walk, etc.
I'm enjoying this napping as much as I can--which is to say a lot--because in five weeks such napping will be history. I may sneak in some naps once the babies are here, but most of them will be on the babies' schedule, not mine!
I don't think the fatigue is 100% pregnancy-induced. I've been struggling with an allergy attack (?)/cold (?) for most of this week, and that has worn me down. And this week has been emotionally busy. GH had chemo yesterday (always tiring in its own special way), I've been dealing with the work situation (difficult conversations with various higher-ups around the company), and we've been doing some final baby-prep stuff around the house.
I wish I could say that this weekend was going to be restful, but we're booked pretty solid. I may have to bow out of a few things to rest. I can't keep up the crazy pace forever, especially as I get larger and larger.
5:30: Arrive home.
5:31: Crawl into bed.
5:32: Fall asleep.
7:00: Wake up and start doing normal evening things like eat dinner, do laundry, take a walk, etc.
I'm enjoying this napping as much as I can--which is to say a lot--because in five weeks such napping will be history. I may sneak in some naps once the babies are here, but most of them will be on the babies' schedule, not mine!
I don't think the fatigue is 100% pregnancy-induced. I've been struggling with an allergy attack (?)/cold (?) for most of this week, and that has worn me down. And this week has been emotionally busy. GH had chemo yesterday (always tiring in its own special way), I've been dealing with the work situation (difficult conversations with various higher-ups around the company), and we've been doing some final baby-prep stuff around the house.
I wish I could say that this weekend was going to be restful, but we're booked pretty solid. I may have to bow out of a few things to rest. I can't keep up the crazy pace forever, especially as I get larger and larger.
15 May 2006
Junk Food Update
I got rid of the Mini M&Ms on my desk . . . by eating them all! That's one way to do it, I guess.
Frequent Conversation
I have this conversation a lot with people who don't know GH or don't know that he's sick:
PERSON: Oh, you're having twins! That's so exciting.
ME: Yes, I'm very excited and a little nervous.
PERSON: Oh, I"m sure. It must be overwhelming. But can you count on your husband to help you out?
ME: (pause) Weeeeelllll, I have the most wonderful, caring husband in the world, and I know he'll do everything he can to help me.
PERSON: You'll be just fine, then.
Sigh. What I say is true. GH will do everything he can to help me. It's just not worth explaining to people that what he can do is sometimes severely limited by his illness. I do sometimes imagine how people would react if my last line went like this instead:
ME: I have the most wonderful, caring husband in the world, and I'm sure he'll do everything he can to help me. But you see, he has terminal cancer, so he can't always do as much as he'd like.
Imagining reactions to this comment mostly makes me tired. I know it's not my responsibility to protect people from my reality, but mostly I'm protecting myself from what they could say. I can imagine all kinds of dumb replies, mostly because I've heard them already. And dealing with the "ohmygosh I'm so sorry" reactions is tiring, too. I don't mean to sound ungrateful for the sympathy, but it's just easier to smile and nod and move on and get what I need emotionally from family and friends. The real problem is that there's no good response, nothing anyone--least of all the strangers and acquaintances with whom I have this conversation--can say to take away my anger, fear, sadness, and despair.
PERSON: Oh, you're having twins! That's so exciting.
ME: Yes, I'm very excited and a little nervous.
PERSON: Oh, I"m sure. It must be overwhelming. But can you count on your husband to help you out?
ME: (pause) Weeeeelllll, I have the most wonderful, caring husband in the world, and I know he'll do everything he can to help me.
PERSON: You'll be just fine, then.
Sigh. What I say is true. GH will do everything he can to help me. It's just not worth explaining to people that what he can do is sometimes severely limited by his illness. I do sometimes imagine how people would react if my last line went like this instead:
ME: I have the most wonderful, caring husband in the world, and I'm sure he'll do everything he can to help me. But you see, he has terminal cancer, so he can't always do as much as he'd like.
Imagining reactions to this comment mostly makes me tired. I know it's not my responsibility to protect people from my reality, but mostly I'm protecting myself from what they could say. I can imagine all kinds of dumb replies, mostly because I've heard them already. And dealing with the "ohmygosh I'm so sorry" reactions is tiring, too. I don't mean to sound ungrateful for the sympathy, but it's just easier to smile and nod and move on and get what I need emotionally from family and friends. The real problem is that there's no good response, nothing anyone--least of all the strangers and acquaintances with whom I have this conversation--can say to take away my anger, fear, sadness, and despair.
Baby Update
Had my first appointment where I was "hooked up to the monitor" today. I got to sit and read for 20 minutes while ultrasound discs on my belly measured the babies' heart rates. Everything looked great. That was actually the first time I'd heard the heartbeats since usually the doctor just looks at the hearts on ultrasound--with twins, it's often easier to see than to hear. It can be hard to distinguish between the two heartbeats by sound alone.
After the monitor, I did get to see the babies on ultrasound. They are growing like weeds. One weighs 4lbs 3oz, the other 4lbs 6oz. I'm closing in on nine pounds of baby in there! No wonder I gained almost an inch around this week in girth. I'm up to 45.25".
I have to go see the maternal/fetal specialist weekly from this point on, and I think next week is when I start weekly OB appointments, too. Between me and GH, we keep our medical teams busy.
After the monitor, I did get to see the babies on ultrasound. They are growing like weeds. One weighs 4lbs 3oz, the other 4lbs 6oz. I'm closing in on nine pounds of baby in there! No wonder I gained almost an inch around this week in girth. I'm up to 45.25".
I have to go see the maternal/fetal specialist weekly from this point on, and I think next week is when I start weekly OB appointments, too. Between me and GH, we keep our medical teams busy.
14 May 2006
Happy Mother's Day
I hope all of you mothers out there--and non-mothers, too--are enjoying a peaceful and happy Mother's Day. The weather where we live is awful, but we're headed over to have brunch at a friend's house and then plan to spend the afternoon doing who knows what, but something relaxing.
Best wishes to you all.
Best wishes to you all.
10 May 2006
Junk Food Junkie
I'm normally very careful about what I eat. Cookies and ice cream are my weaknesses, but are generally infrequently consumed treats. I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables and try to keep my fat intake down.
This is all well and good until I find myself stressed out. Then it all goes to hell. In the past few days, I've consumed vast quantities of chocolate, ice cream, and cookies. My veggie intake has been at an all-time low. Between the busy weekends, the guests, work, the hot water heater, and cancer, I just haven't had the energy to create healthy, nutritious meals for myself. I'm hoping the upcoming Weekend of Nothingness will help get me back on track. It's a vicious circle, really. I'm too stressed/tired to eat well, but not eating well makes me more stressed and tired. Must get off this hamster wheel. The babies and I both deserve better nutrition!
The crappy weather doesn't help my motivation about anything. And can anyone tell me why in early May the grocery store doesn't seem to have much in the way of reasonably priced fruit outside of apples, oranges, pears, and bananas? Am I high or is there usually more interesting stuff to choose from by this time of year?
It might help if I took the bowl of mini M&Ms off my desk, too . . . just a thought.
This is all well and good until I find myself stressed out. Then it all goes to hell. In the past few days, I've consumed vast quantities of chocolate, ice cream, and cookies. My veggie intake has been at an all-time low. Between the busy weekends, the guests, work, the hot water heater, and cancer, I just haven't had the energy to create healthy, nutritious meals for myself. I'm hoping the upcoming Weekend of Nothingness will help get me back on track. It's a vicious circle, really. I'm too stressed/tired to eat well, but not eating well makes me more stressed and tired. Must get off this hamster wheel. The babies and I both deserve better nutrition!
The crappy weather doesn't help my motivation about anything. And can anyone tell me why in early May the grocery store doesn't seem to have much in the way of reasonably priced fruit outside of apples, oranges, pears, and bananas? Am I high or is there usually more interesting stuff to choose from by this time of year?
It might help if I took the bowl of mini M&Ms off my desk, too . . . just a thought.
Treatment No-Go
Just arrived at the office after attempting to spend a morning at treatment with GH. We made our way through awful rush-hour traffic to the clinic only to find out that he's been given an extra rest week. His platelets are down and his doc is concerned with the diarrhea, so she wants him to have an extra week to get his colon back to normal and give the platelets a chance to rebound.
Sometimes unexpected weeks off from chemo are scary to me. I don't like missing an opportunity to cause Massive Cancer Death. This week, though, it feels OK. We know the treatment is working and it just feels like GH's body needs a bit of extra time to recover from the side effects.
Of course, it also means that I'm at work all day. The eternal tossup: would I rather be at work or at chemo? Chemo usually wins; at least then I'm spending time with GH. But I actually do have stuff to get done. Back to it.
Sometimes unexpected weeks off from chemo are scary to me. I don't like missing an opportunity to cause Massive Cancer Death. This week, though, it feels OK. We know the treatment is working and it just feels like GH's body needs a bit of extra time to recover from the side effects.
Of course, it also means that I'm at work all day. The eternal tossup: would I rather be at work or at chemo? Chemo usually wins; at least then I'm spending time with GH. But I actually do have stuff to get done. Back to it.
09 May 2006
Long Time, No Blog
I think this may have been my longest stint ever without posting, over a week. I've wanted to post, thought about posting, but life has been a wee bit crazy.
CURRENT CRAZINESS
1. The most immediate current craziness is that our hot water heater bit the big one yesterday. Luckily, it did not flood our basement and we've turned it off to prevent it from doing so. But now tonight is Hot Water Heater Shopping Night, not really the way I'd wanted to spend my time. Or money, for that matter. Just one of the "joys" of homeownership, I suppose. The good news is that the hot water heater is the only major appliance that was not replaced in the last few years by the previous owners, so we should be off the hook for a while after this (fingers crossed).
2. GH's parents are in town. Luckily they are not staying with us. We had dinner with them last night and will see them again tonight, post-Home Depot. They were relatively sane last night, with only minimal lecturing. I got to hear YET AGAIN about how much my mother-in-law is looking forward to force-feeding me miyuk-guk six times a day once I have the babies. And I was chastised for not wearing socks (with my sandals?) because evidently pregnant ladies need to keep their feet and legs extra-warm and covered.
3. Last, but certainly not least in the "current" category: my boss, who is my mentor and a personal friend, announced her resignation. Under different circumstances, I'd be in line to get her job. But I'm not really available until October and I'm not sure that right now is when I want to take on a fair amount more responsibility. But then again, I've been at the same job for almost six years and I don't want my career to stagnate . . . but maybe it's time to look for something else . . . but that's not really how I want to spend my maternity leave . . . I'm trying to just not deal with all this right now and let the dust settle. Her announcement was a big surprise, so I'm hoping when the air has cleared that perhaps her boss will approach me and we can have a productive conversation about the possibilities. Of course, he's a total prick, so I probably shouldn't count on anything. Oh, workplace politics! So fun!
PREVIOUS CRAZINESS
1. A very busy weekend, including a wedding shower for some friends, a baby shower for another friend, and friends visiting from out of town. I was exhausted by Sunday night, then arrived Monday to my boss's announcement followed by dinner with my in-laws followed by busted hot water heaters.
2. More fun with side effects. GH is still struggling with diarrhea; it gets better, then it gets worse, then it gets better, then it gets worse . . . the last few days it's been much better. He starts a new round of treatment tomorrow. We'll see if his doc wants to cut back on the dosage because of the side effects of is we'll just plow ahead.
ALL KINDS OF GOODNESS
1. Our daycare situation is settled. We have to drop off the deposit check, but the babies will be in a home daycare less than half a mile from our house. Hallelujah.
2. The babies are big and wiggly and happy to be inside. Excellent news with 6.5 weeks to go. I am happy for them to stay inside, and my body seems agreeable, too. My blood pressure is normal, no swelling, etc. My OB says that we're "on track" for the scheduled 22 June c-section.
That's the long and the short of it. I have a post brewing about motherhood-related anxiety, but it will take a few days to get to it. This coming weekend is 100% free and clear of plans. I can't wait. I'm hoping to read, watch movies, and organize my thoughts. Start organizing my thoughts. Spend some time thinking. At least read and watch movies.
CURRENT CRAZINESS
1. The most immediate current craziness is that our hot water heater bit the big one yesterday. Luckily, it did not flood our basement and we've turned it off to prevent it from doing so. But now tonight is Hot Water Heater Shopping Night, not really the way I'd wanted to spend my time. Or money, for that matter. Just one of the "joys" of homeownership, I suppose. The good news is that the hot water heater is the only major appliance that was not replaced in the last few years by the previous owners, so we should be off the hook for a while after this (fingers crossed).
2. GH's parents are in town. Luckily they are not staying with us. We had dinner with them last night and will see them again tonight, post-Home Depot. They were relatively sane last night, with only minimal lecturing. I got to hear YET AGAIN about how much my mother-in-law is looking forward to force-feeding me miyuk-guk six times a day once I have the babies. And I was chastised for not wearing socks (with my sandals?) because evidently pregnant ladies need to keep their feet and legs extra-warm and covered.
3. Last, but certainly not least in the "current" category: my boss, who is my mentor and a personal friend, announced her resignation. Under different circumstances, I'd be in line to get her job. But I'm not really available until October and I'm not sure that right now is when I want to take on a fair amount more responsibility. But then again, I've been at the same job for almost six years and I don't want my career to stagnate . . . but maybe it's time to look for something else . . . but that's not really how I want to spend my maternity leave . . . I'm trying to just not deal with all this right now and let the dust settle. Her announcement was a big surprise, so I'm hoping when the air has cleared that perhaps her boss will approach me and we can have a productive conversation about the possibilities. Of course, he's a total prick, so I probably shouldn't count on anything. Oh, workplace politics! So fun!
PREVIOUS CRAZINESS
1. A very busy weekend, including a wedding shower for some friends, a baby shower for another friend, and friends visiting from out of town. I was exhausted by Sunday night, then arrived Monday to my boss's announcement followed by dinner with my in-laws followed by busted hot water heaters.
2. More fun with side effects. GH is still struggling with diarrhea; it gets better, then it gets worse, then it gets better, then it gets worse . . . the last few days it's been much better. He starts a new round of treatment tomorrow. We'll see if his doc wants to cut back on the dosage because of the side effects of is we'll just plow ahead.
ALL KINDS OF GOODNESS
1. Our daycare situation is settled. We have to drop off the deposit check, but the babies will be in a home daycare less than half a mile from our house. Hallelujah.
2. The babies are big and wiggly and happy to be inside. Excellent news with 6.5 weeks to go. I am happy for them to stay inside, and my body seems agreeable, too. My blood pressure is normal, no swelling, etc. My OB says that we're "on track" for the scheduled 22 June c-section.
That's the long and the short of it. I have a post brewing about motherhood-related anxiety, but it will take a few days to get to it. This coming weekend is 100% free and clear of plans. I can't wait. I'm hoping to read, watch movies, and organize my thoughts. Start organizing my thoughts. Spend some time thinking. At least read and watch movies.
02 May 2006
My, what big babies you have!
Saw the twins yesterday. They are lookin' goooooooood. Baby A is head down--make that head WAY down--with her legs crossed. How modest. Baby B is transverse across the top of my belly. I can feel his bum if I poke around high up on my left side. He's sprawled out taking up quite a bit of room, stretching while he can before quarters get too tight.
Baby A weighs 3lbs 4oz and Baby B weighs 3lbs 5oz. They are both in the 35th percentile for weight, but it's normal for them to be on the smaller size like that since the percentiles are for single babies. In fact, for twins, that's quite respectable. Keep up the good work, kids!
C-section seven weeks from Thursday. So far, no restrictions on my activity. My fingers are crossed that I continue to feel good and that the babies continue to be so healthy.
Baby A weighs 3lbs 4oz and Baby B weighs 3lbs 5oz. They are both in the 35th percentile for weight, but it's normal for them to be on the smaller size like that since the percentiles are for single babies. In fact, for twins, that's quite respectable. Keep up the good work, kids!
C-section seven weeks from Thursday. So far, no restrictions on my activity. My fingers are crossed that I continue to feel good and that the babies continue to be so healthy.
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