Maternal Fetal Medicine called with the lab results, and my team of doctors recommended delivery ASAP. They have put in a call to my regular OB practice to have them set up a date and time. I can not express how nervous, excited, anxious, scared, etc that I am. For the first time, this all feels so REAL.
Please keep the girls in your thoughts and prayers. Even though we are almost at 37 weeks (full term), they are tiny. Most babies this age weigh 5-6 pounds, and our girls are estimated to weigh around 4.
Today has been an extremely long day. I woke up at 7:30 to get ready for my 9:00 amnio appointment at Maternal Fetal Medicine. Of course once I get there, I have to wait until 10:00 before I'm even taken back to be seen. The ultrasound tech did a quick scan to find heartbeats and fluid pockets. Dr. Dellinger came in to perform the amnio. He quickly found the puncture spot and numbed the area. All I felt was a little "bee sting". He then plunged the HUGE needle into my stomach and I felt a lot of pressure. I didn't watch, but tried to control my breathing and not freak out. While I didn't feel the needle enter the skin, I did feel it being swished around inside. GROSS. I then got hooked up for a non stress test for 30 minutes after to make sure the babies were doing ok.
After my appointment, my mom and I went to eat at Don Pablos, waiting for MFM to give me a call with the test results. Around 1:45 they called and said the results were dead on the cut off for lung maturity/immaturity. Because they had just tested the fluid in office, they then sent it out to an actual lab. They will have the results in by tomorrow at 11:00.
Now for the stressful part of my day!!! Around 2:30, Greenville OB called and said "we haven't seen you in a few weeks, you need to come in!!". Well, duh, I haven't seen them! Every time I go, they send me to triage at the hospital for a NST - which costs me $275 that my insurance will NOT pay. On top of that, I've been told not to stress myself going there when I go down to MFM twice a week. They weigh me, check my protein levels and blood pressure - that is it. And I usually have to wait over an hour to be seen by the doctor for a brief 2 or 3 minutes. On top of that, there are numerous doctors and none of them know my story (or bother to read my chart). Today was just the straw that broke the camels back. My regular physician asked WHY I was in his office. He asked WHY I had a band aid on my belly (when my amnio report from this morning was already in my chart), and WHY I wasn't delivering vaginally (three MFM specialists and a neonatologist have advised against it). He then said I should just wait to go into labor on my own (never mind I have a cerclage preventing my cervix from opening) and that I should wait a little bit longer (never mind the fact my placentas are not working and could stop at any time).
Bottom line is this: MFM will call tomorrow with my test results. Based on this THEY will call and schedule my c-section through Greenville OB. Most likely it will NOT be tomorrow, unless it is later in the afternoon/evening. So I guess we will have October babies at last. Which is fine with me; I've thought we were having June, July, August or September babies.
PS: If you've called or text messaged me and I haven't responded - I'm either at the doctors, sleeping, or feeling like such crapola. I promise I'll get back to you!!!
My dad is coming over today to take me grocery shopping. Usually Bryan takes me and wheels me around the store. We come out of the store with a $60 bill - and only one night of dinner. The rest is all junk food, it is baadd. For instance, this past time we had five bags of candy (to be fair, the Sour Patch Kids were on closeout), two things of ice cream, three bags of chips, Slim Jims (not mine, ew), Wheat Thins (mine) and Laughing Cow cheese.
So I grounded Bryan from grocery shopping with me today. He is actually working since he'll take off for tomorrow's amnio appointment (I'm scared of this) and Tuesday.
My mom took me yesterday to pick up a new vacuum. We've been living with a Dirt Devil that blows more than sucks, and figured we needed something that actually cleaned our house. We stopped in at the Oreck store and got a really sweet deal on a nice vacuum. Bryan likes it so much he vacuumed the whole house last night - let's hope the novelty doesn't wear off anytime soon.
I have to keep calming myself down because I keep having mini panic attacks. I am very much a control freak, and the fear of the unknown bothers me. I am extremely scared about Tuesday, not only the c-section, but having TWO small newborns to raise. What were we thinking?! I have a list a mile long of things that still need to be done around the house. I get started on them, and then just feel like curling up in bed and pretending I have all the time in the world. I'm not sure how much I'll feel like doing after tomorrow's appointment, so I MUST get things done today! I've already cleaned the living room, dining room and kitchen (and by cleaned, I mean even cleared out the fridge, freezer and pantry and scrubbed them good). I need to move all of my stuff from the guest room (where I've been stationed on bedrest) back into our bedroom. Then I need to clean both bathrooms and our bedroom (Bryan is just a litttttle messy). And we have last minute touches to do in the girls' room. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Today I had what will hopefully be my last NST! Both girls did well, and passed in 30 minutes - which is good because I hate the itchy velcro bands that go around my stomach. We are all set for the amnio on Monday at 9:00 am. The nurse should be able to provide preliminary results within an hour, and if everything looks good we are on for a c-section on Tuesday!
Bryan and I plan on spending this weekend tidying up the house and grocery shopping. I want (and need) for everything to be in order before the girls come home. I definitely plan on blogging while in the hospital, so be sure to check for updates and, of course, PICTURES!
And finally, it looks like 47% of you were right on my poll - that I will deliver at 36 weeks. Sorry Dad, 41 weeks just ain't gonna fly!
Today was my weekly biophysical profile at MFM. Audrey passed with flying colors, while Natalie decided to be a little stubborn. The ultrasound tech was unable to catch her "breathing", so I was hooked up for a non stress test. After about 10 minutes (and a huge contraction), I met with the doctor. He informed Bryan and me that we are at the end of the road. I'll go in on Friday for my normal non stress test, and then on Monday I will have an amnio. Basically, they will stick a long needle into my womb, test the fluid, and determine if the girls' lungs are mature. If everything checks out, then SEPTEMBER 30 will be their birthday!!!!!!
Here is a picture of Natalie (still impossible to get face pics of Audrey). Sorry for the quality, but it is a picture of the ultrasound picture - not a scan.
Also, here are a few of the professional pictures from my sister-in-law's wedding. To view more, click here. And to answer the question - how have I prevented stretch marks (other than genetics) - here is my product rave. I've used Target's Baby Nighttime lotion. I think it costs $1.22? It is the only lotion that didn't make me want to vomit with a nasty smell or feel too thick. I slather this stuff on about 3 times a day, more now though since my belly is at maximum stretch capacity.
I tried going to bed early tonight. I feel asleep during Family Guy at like 8:30. I then woke up, thinking it was probably close to morning. Nope, only 12:30. But the girls woke up and my heartburn was in full gear, so I decided to grab some Pepcid and ice cream. I also noticed I'd been sleeping with a freaking fire ant, who went to town on my finger. I seriously have over 30 bites in a 1" area. I can not wait for the cold weather to kill the ants off, they have been horrible in our neighborhood this year.
I have a doctor's appointment today at 3:30. This time I will make sure to take my bag (I didn't on Friday and ended up with an overnight stay). I will be getting a biophysical profile just to quickly check in on the girls. Maybe we'll even schedule the delivery. I've been told over and over that 36 weeks is it - no more. Well, that is only 4 days from now.
And I swear if in those 4 days I somehow develop stretch marks, I am going to be so freakin angry. After everything I've been through I've considered this my one and only blessing (obviously other than the girls, duh).
Friday was not a great day. I went to my appointment at Maternal Fetal at 1:30. I was hooked up to the NST for about 45 minutes. In that time, Audrey did not do as well as she should have, so I was given an ultrasound. Each baby is given about 30 minutes to show that they are practicing their "breathing". At about 27 minutes in, Audrey finally started breathing. However, the whole time I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes. The doctor said I could go home and eat (hadn't eaten since 9:30), or go to triage. Bryan told me to go straight to triage and he would meet me there. I was given an oral dose of Brethine and IV fluids. The contractions slowed down some, but were still pretty intense. I wasn't allowed to eat anything in case I would need an emergency c-section. I was then admitted and stayed overnight for monitoring. Sometime during the night my contractions slowed down and I was discharged today.
Now I'm sitting up timing more contractions. I need for these girls to stay in for a few more days.
My husband Bryan and I met in the summer of 2006. We started dating later that fall, and were engaged in February of 2007. Our wedding was a wonderful day, filled with friends and family, on June 29, 2007. Shortly after, we purchased our first home. While we weren’t actively trying to start our family, we weren’t using any preventative measures. However, I was diagnosed with PCOS several years prior, and knew that it would take some time to get pregnant. My main problem is that I don’t ovulate regularly, and it would be hard to know when an opportune time to get pregnant is. In January of 2008, Bryan and I decided to try our first round of Clomid. I can not tell you how ecstatic we were on February 16 (my brother’s wedding day) when we found out we were pregnant. We had thought for sure we’d have a long journey ahead of us, and it would take months, if not years, for us to get pregnant. One of the first things out of Bryan’s mouth was “I hope we have twins”. He must be a mind reader, because I’ve always wanted twins. We wanted two children, and thought having both at once would be such a fun blessing. Twins run in my family (I’m the third generation), so I knew we had a chance for twins. In fact, we were so sure we were having twins that I demanded an early ultrasound at 7 weeks. I know my OB thought I was nuts, but he gave into my plea. Sure enough, we saw (and heard) both little heartbeats! Here are pictures at 7 and 12 weeks gestation. At first the pregnancy was a breeze. Weeks 7 through 15 I had a lot of morning sickness, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I was able to continue teaching, tutoring and doing everything I’d done before. Of course I was usually tired by the end of the day, but it really wasn’t so bad. At 16 weeks we found we were expecting two little girls – we could not have been happier! I started planning the nursery around a pink and green shabby chic theme, registered, and started to get excited for my baby shower.
THE BIG SCARE:
At the end of the school year, I was noticing that it was getting harder to walk without an intense amount of pressure. I just chalked it up to being a smaller person pregnant with twins. I went in for a normal OB appointment and ultrasound. The girls looked great, but the doctor was concerned about the length of my cervix. A normal cervical length is between 3cm and 5cm. Mine was measuring under 2cm, and when pressure was applied, it would go under 1cm. I was set up with an appointment at a Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist for the following day. At that appointment, I was sent directly to the hospital for contraction monitoring. I was given a shot of Brethine to stop the contractions I was having, and ordered home on strict bedrest. This was luckily the last day of school for me, so I knew I would be able to follow through with bedrest. I went home, ordered a ton of books from Barnes & Noble, and got prepared to stay with my feet propped up for a week or two. Boy, was I wrong!
The next week I went for a follow up appointment. This time, I was dilated, my cervix was opened, and the waters on Baby A were hanging in my birth canal. Basically, my body was in labor and I was only 21 weeks pregnant. I was sent immediately to the hospital. My husband barely had time to get to the hospital before I was taken to have a rescue cerclage performed. My biggest fears about labor and delivery have always been getting an epidural. I had a spinal given to me before the rescue cerclage, and weighing the fear of losing my babies over the fear of pain was a no brainer – I would have walked over hot coals to keep them inside of me.
While I was not put under for the surgery, I remained groggy the rest of the night. My husband said I tried to answer Jeopardy! questions while half asleep, making no sense at all. My dad came to visit at the hospital, and I don’t even recall him there. I woke up the next day feeling very tired from all the medications I was on. All of a sudden, I felt a gush of water. I immediately called my nurse because I feared my water had broken. The resident on call collected a sample, performed a test, and confirmed my worst fears – my water had broken at 21 weeks. I called my husband and parents and had them come to the hospital.
The general consensus of the doctors was that my water had broken, I was in active labor, and that they would take out the cerclage and let me deliver that day. Bryan and I had a very emotional talk with the NICU doctor, one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He told us the chances of survival (less than 2%) and that chances were they would have been too small for their instruments to even try to help. He told us about comfort care, and how we would be able to hold them until they passed, and would be given medications so they’d not feel pain. After he left, Bryan and I just held each other and named our baby girls – Audrey Claire and Natalie Marie.
When my doctors reappeared at 4:00pm to take out my cerclage and prepare me for delivery, something compelled me to ask the most important question of my life. I asked just how much amniotic fluid I had lost, and could we check it with an ultrasound. One of the doctors wheeled a machine into the room and checked the girls out. He was very surprised to find that Natalie’s sac remained perfectly fine, and Audrey’s had only leaked a small amount of fluid. At once the delivery was canceled and a different action plan was set in place. I would remain in the hospital on constant antibiotics (to prevent infection from the open amniotic sac) and contraction medication. I shudder to think of what would have happened if I’d not asked that question.
I ended up spending three weeks in the hospital. Everyday the doctors were amazed that I was not leaking fluid and that Audrey was even gaining fluid back in her sac. I had successfully stumped a team full of highly qualified specialist, who could only chalk this up to a miracle. On July 4th, I was sent home on strict bedrest.
As I type this, I am now almost 35 weeks pregnant. I have been at home on bedrest since I left the hospital. I go to the MFM specialist two to three times a week for monitoring. I have bought my girls 14 more weeks in the womb. Each day they are there is a blessing. I can not tell you what an emotional roller coaster ride this has been. Without the support of my husband, family and friends, I’m not sure how I would have gotten through this. I have fought through bouts of depression, guilt, helplessness – you name it. We have gotten past most of the scary weeks, and are now into a safer zone. If I gave birth today, they’d spend 3 weeks or so in the NICU. If I had given birth at viability (24 weeks), they would have spent about 5 or 6 months in the NICU. These are truly miracle babies, and we can not wait until their birth. They have filled us with so much love already, and they aren't even here yet. - Jennifer (nbjenni)
So how cool would it be if the girls were born on September 19? Yes I realize that is just two days away - but we could forever celebrate their birthday on Talk Like a Pirate Day!!!! This is the first year I won't get to do all my fun pirate stuff in my classroom. Usually I teach about the pirates along the coast of SC on September 19 (yes, it is in our standards) and the kids LOVE it.
The girls are still weighing way behind. Baby A is 3 lbs 9oz and Baby B is 3 lbs 11oz. The dopplers on the cords showed more stress, but still not enough to take them today. They are measuring below the 2nd percentile and growth is tapering off. I'm at 34w3d and they measure around 30w3d.
If I go into labor between now and 36 weeks, then I'll deliver. Doc said I'll probably end up with a c-section b/c he is worried the stress of labor on the girls, with their bad placentas, would be too much. If I don't go into labor in the next week, then we'll schedule a birthday.
Edit: I would like to know who the three goofballs who voted 40 weeks are.
I have a growth scan tomorrow. This is the "biggie" ultrasound where they measure the girls. Last time the girls were measuring about three weeks behind what they should have been. I hope and pray that they have caught up, or at least gained some weight. I'm really, really hoping for babies that are close to 4 pounds. At the last scan three weeks ago they were 2 lbs 12 oz and 2 lbs 14 oz. I know I have gained some weight in the past three weeks, and I'm really hoping that they have as well. The appointment is at 2:00 pm, so I'll be sure to come home and post details.
I'm really scared that the doctors will say tomorrow is the day...
(This post is mainly for friends/family/community members - but feel free to read it!)
What you are looking at is a picture of possibly the greatest man I've ever met. His name is Pat Grills and he is a teacher at Riverside High School in Greer, SC. I had him for Art I, Art II, AP Art Studio and AP Art History. But Mr. Grills didn't just teach me the fundamentals and masters of Art - he taught life lessons. He showed respect to all students - calling us "gentlemen and scholars" (pretty funny for us girls) and encouraged us to learn and do our best.
Not only does Mr. Grills teach at Riverside, but here is a list of his other "jobs": * Teaches for Bridges to a Brighter Future - which helps really bright kids with social, economic or language barriers get a college education. * Living Civil War historian * Artist who donates works for fundraisers and charity * Teaches adult education classes at Furman University * Teaches Sunday School at Westminster Church * Super Hero - ok, so that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Mr. Grills inspired me so much, that I decide to become a teacher. Due to his fundraising, I received two college scholarships. I majored in History and minored in Fine Arts. I'm currently in my 5th year of teaching and I LOVE MY JOB.
However, as great as Mr. Grills is, and as much as he knows about Art - HE HAS NEVER BEEN TO EUROPE! This is like a sky diving instructor never jumping out of a plane, or a swimming coach never touching water.
Luckily, some of my former students (and his current) have come together to start a fund to SEND MR. GRILLS TO EUROPE. These are upstanding kids, and I have no doubt they will be able to raise the funds to send this wonderful man to Europe. The plan is to raise $10,000 by the end of this school year, and present him with the trip of a lifetime.
If you know Mr. Grills, then I implore you to please click on the link below and donate via PayPal. It is legit, these are great kids who are under the supervision of a teacher. Let's send Mr. G to Europe!!!!
Here are a few pictures that I took at the wedding last night before my batteries died. I can't wait to upload some from the photographer! Our niece, Ava Grace (we're going to have some CUTE baby girls!) Bryan in front of the beautiful window Another picture of Bryan Jennifer & Ramsey Chebli The wedding cake Jennifer and Ramsey cutting the cake Bryan and me - yes, I look very tired! The Foster Family The Chebli Family The Newlyweds
Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. Her fat layers — which will help regulate her body temperature once she's born — are filling her out, making her rounder. Her skin is also smoother than ever. Her central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well. If you've been nervous about preterm labor, you'll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. They may need a short stay in the neonatal nursery and may have a few short-term health issues, but in the long run, they usually do as well as full-term babies.
So once again, today is not the girls' birthday - unless they decide to come on their own. It is a good thing, though, that it isn't their day. Jennifer and Ramsey are getting married at 6:30 tonight, and I'm excited to put on actual clothes (instead of my normal PJs) and go.
I just find it so ironic that a few months ago I prayed to just make it to 24, then 26, then 28 weeks. And now I'm praying for the girls to finish baking and hurry on out!!!!
YAY! The canvas wall art I ordered for over the girls' cribs are now complete. The artist just sent me the proofs, and they are too cute. I ordered them from Miss Bella's Room. Once I have them on the wall, I'll take pictures of the 100% finished nursery - the only thing missing will be the girls. I have a NST tomorrow at 10. Let's hope everything goes smoothly because tomorrow is Bryan's sister's wedding.
I love this show. Stacy and Clinton are super heroes to me. In fact, I've thought about throwing away my whole wardrobe, buying a ton of ugly stuff from Goodwill, submitting some sob story and hoping to get on the show (for the $5K worth of nice clothes).
However, I think I really could submit Bryan. For instance, here is a sample of the recent purchases he made (to be worn together): Ok, I get team loyalty and all. I have Clemson t-shirts, the girls have Clemson and Michigan bibs and outfits, but THIS? A knit sweater, paired with 80s Zubaz and old skool Nikes is toooo much.
But then again, sometimes he surprises me. He picked out this really handsome outfit today for his sister's wedding. Just imagine the button down shirt being pink (yes, pink).
So maybe I'll just stick with the plan to submit myself :) I mean, I will need new non-maternity clothes really soon.
Today's appointment went well. Bryan got off work to pick me up and take me. We had all our bags in the car this time, because we just thought it would be our luck to leave them at home and be admitted! Both girls were practicing their breathing almost the whole time. Baby A was sleepy today, the tech had to shake her up a little and she still slept and moved very little. Baby B finally started to move when they rolled me on my side (OUCH). They are still having to work harder to get blood flow from their placentas, which is why they are on the small side. But again, they are better off in me than out right now. I have a NST on Friday. Also, Bryan's sister is getting married on Friday. It will be a very small family wedding, but I'm so excited because Jeff Hall will be her photographer. I LOVE LOVE his work! He shot my wedding, and my brother's wedding this past February. It will be nice for Bryan and I to FINALLY get a picture of us together pregnant. In fact, we first found out we were pregnant the day of my brother's wedding, so we have a picture from that day - and now we'll have one at the very end.
It is 7:00am and I've just finished my uber healthy breakfast of a Hot Pocket and Pepsi - yum. I went to bed around 2:00am and woke up at 6:00am. Well, I should say woke up for the day at 6:00, because I was pretty much up all night long.
This sciatica pain is pure and utter misery. I can not move an inch without whimpering in pain. I had a dream that I was in a car accident and left paralyzed and could not move - I woke up with a face full of tears and realized that the pain I felt in the dream was pain I was feeling in my back. The bathroom is literally three steps from the room I sleep in, and it takes me close to 5 minutes to slowly roll, sit up, stand up, gain feeling in my left leg, and hobble to use the restroom. I'm seriously thinking about purchasing Depends. We're going to have to repaint our hallway because I've used the walls to brace myself while walking.
I'm still sad about Saturday. I really thought I was in labor, and I was so happy. I know most people would think 33 weeks is way too early, and I agree it is. But when you are faced with going for monitoring three times a week with the outcome being an emergency c-section because there is something WRONG with your babies - the thought of a nice, natural labor, even at 33 weeks, is a happy one.
But enough complaining. I am happy to still be pregnant. In fact, I LOVE feeling the girls in my belly. I'm not too big, too hot, too swollen - in fact I feel wonderful except for the sciatica. I could go full term if that darn nerve would unpinch!!!!
I started having contractions today over at Bryan's parents' house around 5:00 pm. I started timing them and they were lasting for about a minute and came every 3-5 minutes. Not wanting to rush off to labor & delivery, I ate dinner and waited until about 6:30. They were still coming, and were starting to hurt a little. Since I have a cerclage in place and didn't want it to tear, I told Bryan we should probably grab our bags and head to the hospital. Once there, I was hooked up to the fetal heart monitors and the toco. I was having contractions, and had to wait until my doctor arrived to the hospital. He did a cervical check and said I was fingertip dilated, even with the cerclage in place. He then said that 33 weeks was too early to deliver. It did somewhat make me upset that I had to explain EVERYTHING to him (cerclage, medications, the fact that his office can't handle my twin pregnancy and I've been seeing the MFM doctors for months, deterorating placentas, etc.). I really wish that Dr. Trofatter, or someone from MFM, had been there instead. I know that 33 weeks is early, but even yesterday Dr. T was saying how much of a miracle it was that I've made it this far, and he really doesn't forsee me going much longer - and that they wouldn't actively stop my labor. I DO NOT want any further medications pumped in my body. The magnesium made me unable to breath for almost two weeks, the terb gives me the shakes and very low blood pressure, and the procardia has stunted the growth of my babies. No more.
Thankfully, all I was given were two IVs of fluids. That seemed to stop the contractions. It is funny, though, because I have kept myself well hydrated. I spent about three hours at the hospital, and then Bryan and I came home. He was really great during everything, though he was soooo nervous as we were getting ready to go there. At first he didn't believe that I was having contractions (denial), but when he realized that they'd been coming for over an hour and half, he freaked. It was too cute.
So more bedrest for me, until my appointment on Tuesday at MFM. I really do hope to buy more time for the girls, but at the same time, if I go into active labor I really don't want it stopped. I also hope that the Sciatica Fairy comes and relieves me of all my pain. Seriously, the contractions felt glorious compared to my pinched nerve.
This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark (edit: our girls have hopefully gotten to be over 3 pounds). He's rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren't fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. (The pressure on the head during birth is so intense that many babies are born with a conehead-like appearance.) These bones don't entirely fuse until early adulthood, so they can grow as his brain and other tissue expands during infancy and childhood.
I'm back from MFM. The girls both performed well on their non-stress tests. I was also able to talk with Dr. Trofatter, who said I am doing amazingly well. It is very rare that a case like mine comes along. Once again, there were no red flags that would prompt delivery. They'll do a BPP on Tuesday, so again it's just a day to day waiting game. I was also diagnosed with carpal tunnel in my hands, and sciatica - fun, fun. The only cure is delivery, so it is just something I'll have to deal with for the next few weeks. Again I asked what would happen if I made it to 36/37 weeks (when most twins deliver either naturally or induced) and he said it is highly unlikely that I'll make it that far. We'll see....
In honor of Maternity Week at An Ordinary Life I am trying to win a gorgeous Elliott Lucca Limited Edition handbag. It's not your ordinary purse either, this bag also can function as a diaper bag! Maternity Week starts September 13th and there will be tons of great prizes. (Including another big surprise!)
I have two doctors appointments tomorrow. I have my regular, useless OB appointment at 9:15, and then my NST at MFM at 1:30. I'm trying reaaaalllly hard not to beg them to get these babies outta me. I mean, I even thought about baking cookies for bribes. I think if my back didn't hurt as much as it does, I really wouldn't mind being pregnant. But I'm moved to tears a million times a day doing simple things - like rolling over in bed, sitting, standing, walking, sneezing, breathing too hard, etc. If anyone has any tips or solutions on how to alleviate some of the pain, please let me know!!!
And just for giggles, here is a pic of me at 6 weeks, and a pic at almost 33 weeks
Here's hoping the girls don't remember these two promises...
When I was in the hospital struggling to keep the girls in, I promised them both ponies if they would stay in until 32 weeks. Does it count that we have horses, goats and cows across the street?
And last night, in a fit of desperation, I told them they could pick any car out for their 18th birthday if someone would please just move off my pinched nerve. Wouldn't you know I woke up this morning with my back feeling better than it has been in the past week and half.
EDIT: Nevermind, the girls don't get a car. Someone rolled back over on the nerve! They'll just have to ride their pony around town.
I'm getting antsy and anxious. It seems like EVERYONE around me is having their babies. My two co-workers just gave birth (to their full term singletons), and some of my message board friends are giving birth to their singletons and twins (though some of them earlier than I am now).
I really want to meet my girls! I can't wait to see what color hair and eyes they have! I can't wait to see if their personalities in utero are the same on the outside (Audrey loves to stretch and sleep with her arms over her head. Natalie curls into a little ball - and they both punch and kick pretty good!). Here is a picture of what our girls *could* look like, using pictures of Bryan and myself - though I think they'll be 100 times cuter!
Well, today is not their birthday. Both girls did great on their biophysical profile, in fact it only took 15 minutes to complete. Usually we've had to wait the entire 30 minutes per girl in order to observe them "breathing". They are both active, though the blood flow is starting to work a little harder on Audrey - but nothing that raises a red flag yet. They are so smooshed in me that even the tech had a hard time figuring out which body part belonged to each girl. So as long as I don't go into labor on my own, they are going to stay put until my appointment on Friday. We're just taking this day by day right now.
I, on the other hand, am not feeling so hot. One of the girls is pinching a nerve, which has rendered my left leg useless. I limp like an old lady, mixed with my pregnant waddle. Heartburn comes and goes, and I've started to feel queasy again as well. I'm so tired, too. I slept until noon yesterday, took a nap during the day, watched about 6 hours of Rob & Big (Bryan loves it) and was in bed by 10:30. Basically I'm measuring like a woman who is full term with one baby, except I still have several weeks left to go.
I have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday. Please pray that everything goes well. Though I'm not going to lie - I'm totally ready to be done with this pregnancy. The stress on my body due to having twins, plus 12 weeks of bedrest, has just been way too much.
Here is the most recent picture of me pregnant - I think I am 31 weeks 4 days in it. Can you tell I'm excited about Clemson football?? We're working on finding some cute Michigan dresses for the girls, since Bryan is a diehard fan.
And WOW, I've had over 30,000 people visit my blog in the past two months! And from all over the world, too - Australia, Estonia, Ireland, Guam, Switzerland. I just am really thankful for all the supportive people who have shared their stories with me over the past few months. I never would have made it this far without your support and knowledge.