Last Saturday night I had contractions 6 minutes apart, so I went to the hospital, where I spent the night. I was out of town for my baby shower, so my husband was 4 hours away, so my Dad came to the hospital with me. By the time we got up to L&D the contractions were 2 minutes apart, so I was given a shot of terbutaline to stop them (it worked) put on IV fluids and monitored through the night. I was given a fetal fibronectin test, which was negative, indicating that I won't go into labor within the next two weeks. They also checked my cervix and said everything felt good.
So, a whirlwind few days later, back in the ATL, I had a growth scan and midwife/OB appt. My cervix measure 5.4 centimeters, so whatever happened the other night did not affect it at all, which is really good news. The boys are close to 3 lbs. EACH. WHOA! I can't believe there is almost 6 lbs. of baby inside me right now!!! And I was right, baby B has rotated into a head-down position, which explains a lot of the motion (commotion) I feel.
I took down the studio background today--got to get that nursery started! I'm going to look into moving the "studio" into the guest room instead, but may end up doing outdoor shots for my belly photos this week, maybe. Since I skipped last week's belly shot, I figure I need to do something different and new this week!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Anniversary Dinner
Last night Mark and I went out to dinner at my most favoritest place in order to celebrate our anniversary (which is actually Thursday). I had a filet so good it made me want to cry. The demi-glace was perfect--it made me want to lick my plate.
I can't believe we've been married 4 years already. Wow. Just Wow. Every year on our anniversary, I tried on the top part of my wedding dress to see if I could still fit in it, and every year I could. This year, I won't be trying that little experiment. :) Wouldn't be fair to my boobs. Or my gigantabelly. Or the dress, for that matter.
I'm feeling restless with regards to my body. I know that the roundness is a temporary state, and I am fine with that and everything that comes with it. In fact, in some ways, I love my body more than I ever have before. But I look in the mirror, and I see the muscles in my arms and legs and butt have been wasting away. I'm getting thin in places I used to be strong. I'm worried that I'm getting weak, soft. I'm worried that I'm losing bone mass. I worry about the long term effects of the appetite troubles I've had since being pregnant.
I am thinking about a post partum exercise plan, and floundering because I still don't know what I'll be capable of doing. I know I won't be allowed to resume full activity until after 6 weeks PP. At that point, I would like to start running in the evenings when Mark comes home from work. I'd also like to set a bike trainer up in my house for use while the twins sleep. Between cycling and running, I feel like I should be able to get my cardio health back up to speed relatively quickly. I know a marathon is probably out of the question at least while I'm still breastfeeding, and that's okay. I have other fitness goals for myself now--mostly revolving around raising children in a household with a firm commitment to health as a part of happiness. If they see their parents exercise and workout as a normal part of life, they will be likely to be more active themselves. That's one of the best gifts I can give them.
I can't believe we've been married 4 years already. Wow. Just Wow. Every year on our anniversary, I tried on the top part of my wedding dress to see if I could still fit in it, and every year I could. This year, I won't be trying that little experiment. :) Wouldn't be fair to my boobs. Or my gigantabelly. Or the dress, for that matter.
I'm feeling restless with regards to my body. I know that the roundness is a temporary state, and I am fine with that and everything that comes with it. In fact, in some ways, I love my body more than I ever have before. But I look in the mirror, and I see the muscles in my arms and legs and butt have been wasting away. I'm getting thin in places I used to be strong. I'm worried that I'm getting weak, soft. I'm worried that I'm losing bone mass. I worry about the long term effects of the appetite troubles I've had since being pregnant.
I am thinking about a post partum exercise plan, and floundering because I still don't know what I'll be capable of doing. I know I won't be allowed to resume full activity until after 6 weeks PP. At that point, I would like to start running in the evenings when Mark comes home from work. I'd also like to set a bike trainer up in my house for use while the twins sleep. Between cycling and running, I feel like I should be able to get my cardio health back up to speed relatively quickly. I know a marathon is probably out of the question at least while I'm still breastfeeding, and that's okay. I have other fitness goals for myself now--mostly revolving around raising children in a household with a firm commitment to health as a part of happiness. If they see their parents exercise and workout as a normal part of life, they will be likely to be more active themselves. That's one of the best gifts I can give them.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
belly progress report
Huge...and hungry.
I am finally, at 25 1/2 weeks developing an appetite. I see this as a good development!
Friday, October 12, 2007
oof!
That was quite the kick to the ribs there buddy.
I believe, from the way things are feeling in there (numerous strong kicks to both sides of my ribcage), that Baby B has turned and that both babies are head down.
Meanwhile, I have my consent forms and pre-admission paperwork for the hospital ready to be filled out and have little panic attacks every time I sit down to do the paperwork. It sucks, as I am the "paperwork" spouse: I fill out forms (for him too), I pay the bills, I schedule appointments for me, him, and the dogs. I did all the RE paperwork and so on.
Now, I am 25 weeks pregnant, and scared to death to fill out three little one-page forms. I don't want to fill out the c-section form because it makes it seem so final. I don't want to fill out the vaginal birth form because I want a c-section. I don't want to fill out the pre-admission paperwork because then i have to fill out the other two.
I have mostly packed the hospital bag, still need to get a few more items for the babies' portion of the bag, and pick some clothes for me to wear home from the hospital. I even have Mark's clothes packed, but not my own. Of course, he won't have an incision and a bleeding hoo-ha to deal with, so his clothes were easy. ;) The bag is going in the trunk of my car next week and remaining there until delivery. Wow, what a weird thought. Within three months from now, I will have gone to the hospital and produced two little men, out of my own body.
In some ways, I'm really looking forward to having sole possession of the premises again, and I am just dying to meet my little boys. However, I know I am going to miss this time with them--the awe of feeling them move inside me (at least when they are being gentle). But I won't miss the fear, the anxiety. I know there will be new fears, new anxieties, but this fear, this anxiety will be past.
I believe, from the way things are feeling in there (numerous strong kicks to both sides of my ribcage), that Baby B has turned and that both babies are head down.
Meanwhile, I have my consent forms and pre-admission paperwork for the hospital ready to be filled out and have little panic attacks every time I sit down to do the paperwork. It sucks, as I am the "paperwork" spouse: I fill out forms (for him too), I pay the bills, I schedule appointments for me, him, and the dogs. I did all the RE paperwork and so on.
Now, I am 25 weeks pregnant, and scared to death to fill out three little one-page forms. I don't want to fill out the c-section form because it makes it seem so final. I don't want to fill out the vaginal birth form because I want a c-section. I don't want to fill out the pre-admission paperwork because then i have to fill out the other two.
I have mostly packed the hospital bag, still need to get a few more items for the babies' portion of the bag, and pick some clothes for me to wear home from the hospital. I even have Mark's clothes packed, but not my own. Of course, he won't have an incision and a bleeding hoo-ha to deal with, so his clothes were easy. ;) The bag is going in the trunk of my car next week and remaining there until delivery. Wow, what a weird thought. Within three months from now, I will have gone to the hospital and produced two little men, out of my own body.
In some ways, I'm really looking forward to having sole possession of the premises again, and I am just dying to meet my little boys. However, I know I am going to miss this time with them--the awe of feeling them move inside me (at least when they are being gentle). But I won't miss the fear, the anxiety. I know there will be new fears, new anxieties, but this fear, this anxiety will be past.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Sometimes, I wish there were two of me...
It would certainly make it easier to be carrying two of them. :)
24 weeks, 2 days pregnant. I only have 12-14 weeks left, but that seems to stretch for an eternity!!! I am just so ready to meet my little boys, and so impatient to see their little faces. From the last ultrasound, I suspect they look an awful lot like their daddy. I wonder if maybe they could at least have my green eyes?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Nothing to say
I've started a blog post every day this week, then changed my mind as I realized I had nothing to say. I know what you're thinking..."She's never let that stop her before"
Anyway, all is well, life is good. I just don't have anything to say.
Anyway, all is well, life is good. I just don't have anything to say.
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