36.5 Weeks…Doc appt today!

Blame it on the cankles…I forgot to post Week 36 last Wednesday.

36 Weeks

We go to the doc this morning. Had an eventful weekend including an overnight stay at the hospital. I’m fine…the babies are fine. Monitoring every little “sign” and signal is pretty common near the end of twin pregnancies and so it is that I check my blood pressure a few times a day. Saturday, BP was relatively high in the afternoon (150’s/90’s) so we went in “just to be safe”. Sure enough, the 12 hours we were at the hospital, my BP dropped back to the 120’s/70-80’s range so we came home on Mother’s Day with bed rest orders and a morning appt. first thing Monday. (today)

Most all my blood work came back fine except for one number….Uric Acid. It was elevated. However, still no dilation..no protein in the urine. (signs of labor / PreEclampsia) From what I can gather via google, high Uric Acid in pregnancy could indicate PreEclampsia is around the corner. Considering we hit 37 weeks (Full term) in 2 days, I would be shocked if he does not move up the C-Section date to sometime this week. Of course this is speculation. Will know more in a few hours and I’ll update on here later today…

Baby Stats..15 days to go

Well…the Doc appt. yesterday was rather uneventful. I should be happy about this considering I’m still one day shy of 36 weeks. It’s becoming a daily struggle to remind myself that babies are not suppose to come this early. I KNOW they should stay in longer. I KNOW it’s a blessing that they are not making any signs of coming yet. My brain KNOWS this. My swollen, achy, miserable body however is another story. Let me just put this out there…growing twins is hands down the hardest physical thing I’ve ever done in my life. That’s saying something considering I’m no couch potato. Climbing some 5.11’s with pops…no problem. Running umpteen marathons…fun times. Providing life sustaining blood and nutrients to two tiny humans…down right brutal. (albeit the most rewarding)

Recapping last week’s appt, the twins are doing fantastic. 8 days ago, Baby A weighed 5lbs, 5oz. and Baby B came in at 5lbs, 8oz. (or so says the fancy ultrasound machine) Considering they could gain an oz a day from here on, they are tipping 6lbs now. Fluid levels were still great. Both vertex (head down)- not that it matters since we’re doing a repeat Csection..but still…it’s cute to see their little heads squished up together. Snug as some bugs. I can’t comment on their legs and feet because I turn my head every time they scan “down there” so I don’t accidentally see anything between (or not between) the legs. However, I’m told all looks good and we shouldn’t expect more than 10 toes on each.

The most exciting part of the appt. came when nurse K said…”let’s go ahead and get the Csection on the schedule.” YES…let’s do that! I could barely contain my excitement. SO MAY 23rd it is! Specifically at 5pm. 38 weeks on the dot. Now I have to tell you…at first I was excited, but then the more I thought about it…a dark cloud of gloom came over me. At that point it meant…I had to stay pregnant 23 more days. Oh Lord when I think of it that way…twenty three more days…when I was barely making it from one to the next…seemed an eternity away. However, if you flip your thinking and say..I have a huge bill due in 23 days and not enough money in the bank…then 23 days doesn’t seem like much time at all does it? Potato – Poe ta toe. I’m going to stay as positive as possible. Yesterday was bad but today is better. One day at a time…

Well now…the countdown stands at 15 days to go! At the appt. yesterday my blood pressure was great, the babies looked fine, and still no change in the nether regions that would indicate the babies were making an early arrival. Doc W. could tell I am physically miserable but kept smiling and saying how great it was that they are hanging in there so long. I let out a nervous laugh, half cocked smile and agreed. Then, I got the nurse to help me put my shoes on and off I waddled. Back home…to the recliner.

In keeping with the positive theme…let’s just say how elated I am to FINALLY be done with our weekly progesterone shots. We finished last Wednesday and I know hubby Nick is equally excited he doesn’t have to play nurse anymore. I mean…look at these things…OUCH

Ok, now the only poking and prodding I have left is an IV, blood draws, Spinal, Csection, and 6 weeks post delivery of blood thinner injections. No biggie RIGHT?!? I’m officially over my fear of needles. Hooray.

36 week picture tomorrow…

34.5 weeks. Isn’t life swell…

I’ve gone and done it now. Make that, over done it. Why I continue to think I can function the same as my non-pregnant counterparts is a mystery. Heck…I think I can do the same things I did LAST week and I’m finding out the hard way…this is not the case. Weeks 20-30’ish with twins, I was able to summarize subtle differences week to week. Now, every day brings new challenges.

As I write this, I’m laid up in the recliner at 4 in the afternoon. I was here at 2pm,noon, and 10am even. My day began in the recliner following a night where I slept here as well. Preceded by a Saturday where I felt compelled at almost 35 weeks pregnant with twins, to get up at 5am, set up a yard sale, and run the sale from 7am-noon in 85 degree Alabama sun and heat. Not one of my smarter ideas. We’re all paying for it now. As the morning went on and the bartering over items heated up, I could tell my legs were swelling a bit. To be expected right? I was not deterred. If you know me, you know I love a good sale. Followed closely by chats with strangers over endless topics. People fascinate me. From odd comments to thoughtful good wishes, you never know what is going to come out of their mouth. The ginormous size of my waistline was topic numero  uno. I really enjoyed the morning. However… cankles were brewing.

Shortly after wrapping up the sale I noticed a distinct limp starting. I simply couldn’t WALK like normal. One foot in front of other became a bit of a shuffle shuffle hobble back into the house. There, while confronted with a full length mirror, I saw the damage. I had swelling from the waist down. Enormous amounts on each inner thigh, around the knees, calves pulsating, and ankles disappearing. To the recliner I went in hopes an hour or two with the feet up would “cure me”. After all, (1) I’ve made it this far in the pregnancy with no swelling and (2) I’m a stubborn idiot. I even got up and did a few chores before finally admitting defeat. Besides, my poor husband was tired of hearing me complain how my legs hurt yet watching me get up to do things. Thank God he loves me..heaven knows he thinks I’m nuts.

Instead of getting better…the swelling got worse. No amount of reclining was helping. At one point, I couldn’t see my ankles anymore and the skin burned. Swelling must produce a lot of heat because I felt like my legs/feet/toes were on fire. There was nothing I could do. I had pushed my body beyond the point of return and now I was paying for it. And so is the reason if you came to my house today, you would find me in the recliner…at 5pm…still in the previous night’s pajamas. I’m happy to report the swelling is finally going down but it’s still not resolved. Walking is still painful. And now I have a backache, from too much reclining, that I can’t shake. Poor Kailey looked at me and asked to play. When I told her I couldn’t…that mommy was too sore..she said, “OK OK. I know. You can play when the babies come in May.”

Confucius Kailey I will call her from now on. She is wise beyond her years.

Lesson learned: Don’t conduct yard sales when almost 35 weeks pregnant with twins. 28 weeks max. Ha.

34 weeks with twins

Stay tuned: I sense changes on the horizon. (A woman just KNOWS) Dr. appt tomorrow. Perhaps a tentative date will be set. I want nothing more than these babies to be healthy, but boy am I “done” with being this pregnant.

33.5 weeks…Dr. High Demand.

Well, this Dr. appt came and went with barely the bat of an eyelash. I was really looking forward to it because (1) Nick was home with Kailey and I didn’t have to worry with keeping up with her around the office (2) I was told this was the ultrasound week where I was going to get extra measurements and weights and whatnot. I do love looking at them for more than 2 seconds for a heartbeat. (3) I was hoping we could start talking about a tentative Csection date and I had about 10 more questions to ask him before all this “goes down”.

What really happened was…

The waiting room was packed…oh no, this is not starting good. My fav. ultrasound lady calls me back and informs me she was wrong…this week is still just a heartbeat check but next week was the body scan of each baby. Damn. I was really hoping to see how big those cuties are getting. The next 1.5 hours I spent waiting to see the Dr. (along with every other woman around me) Evidently, he was the hot ticket of the day. Now let me tell you…normally, spending 1.5 hours to just sit and read magazines at my leisure without a 4 year old at my heels would actually be relaxing but I’m 33 weeks prego with twins. No chair is my friend. “Waiting patiently” has temporarily left the vocabulary. And, I had polished off my snack food the first 5 minutes I was there. Not good folks.

I contemplated leaving no less than 10 times but ultimately thought it was best to wait to be seen. (you know, we’re at the point where twins could arrive anytime. better not skip a week of Dr. visits) Eventually I was seen. Dr. W ran into the room, opened the chart, reeled off a few “you’re doing great” statements and “see you next week” and he was backing out of the room before I could even say hello. Geeze. Nice talking with you too Doc. Guess my questions can wait until the next visit. Hope these babies don’t decide to come before then!

Defeated, I waddled back to the check out window and scheduled the next visit. Well, I tried too but Dr. W is ALL booked up the following week. “Of course he is”, I muttered to myself. But, I got in with Dr. M (complete stranger to me) on Monday, April 30th. I’ll be 2 days shy of 35 weeks at that appt. The average set of twins in the US arrive at 35 weeks. I am praying we beat the average as I am NOT READY for them to come. I still have a slew of questions to run past the Dr. about the surgery and medications and so on. This means I won’t see MY Dr. (Dr. W) until 36 weeks at the earliest. At this point, I’m starting to wonder who will be my Dr. on delivery day. When we first met Dr. W, he took my hand and promised me he would be my guy come May. That he delivers all the twins in this practice. I drilled him about his April/May schedule and made sure he didn’t have any vacations planned. Now, I’m not sure what will happen. Fingers crossed they decide to come when he is available. God knows…we don’t need any extra surprises.

No post would be complete without a picture. Seeing as I’ve already shared the 33 week…how about one from the beach? Nick, Kai and I snuck down to the beach for 3 days last weekend. I say snuck because I’m currently on strict Dr. orders to not travel more than 30 minutes away from Huntsville but I HAD to get my feet in the sand and water one time before they arrive. Heavens knows I’ll be in the house with them most of the summer. We just HAD to get away one last time as a family of three…

K & K in Destin, FL

You didn’t really think I would show a belly shot bathing suit photo did you? Haha. Silly you.

33 weeks. Visual recap

33 weeks! WOW I am feeling it now. We go to the Dr. tomorrow so I’m going to do the rare double blog post in one week and update you with that news Friday. Until then, let’s recap…

19 weeks

20 Weeks

21 Weeks

22 Weeks

23 Weeks

24 Weeks

25 Weeks

26 Weeks

27 Weeks

28 Weeks

30 Weeks

31 Weeks

32 Weeks with Twins

33 Weeks

32 Weeks. Goodbye Never

There was a time when I would routinely say the word never. Heavy use surrounded age 13-18, then a little less 18-25, followed by some astute changes of life, which leads me to the ripe age of 32…when I almost never use the word never. The older we get, the more we see, the less we know. I get it now.

This week has brought to light one of the most widely exclaimed statements of my youth…”I will NEVER own a mini-van” Why did I feel the need to proclaim this when I was 16? What about at 22? Why even at 30, with one child and contemplating more? Of course I was not going to get a mini van then…I had no need for it. Vans were for old people. People with families….multiple children..2.5 dogs, jobs and mortgages. People, you know..like my parents and teachers. Gasp. Ah, to be young and closed simple minded again.

Well guess what happened? Yup. I’m one of those people now. It didn’t happen overnight but sometimes it sure feels that way. So by this time next week, the mother of all my “never” statements may officially come crashing down. Folks, we have picked out a mini van and plan on buying it. I know, I KNOW. Just like we would NEVER move to the ‘burbs…we have. I would  never have 3 children…we will. And 80’s fashion would never come back in style…ugh, it has.

In a very short amount of time (3-6 weeks if you’re keeping track), we are going to be parents to three kiddos. The owners of a new (slightly used) mini-van. And, hamming it up at the neighborhood pool with our suburban neighbor friends. A snapshot of life that if you had told me 10 years ago would be me, I would have proudly proclaimed…NEVER. As if this would be a bad life to live. Well, not bad, but certainly not “youthful” in thinking. HA. News flash. I love my life. And, I’m not old…I’m never looking back.

32 Weeks with Twins

32 Weeks with Twins...regular clothes

31 Weeks…getting tough

Here we are…31 weeks with twins. 31 + 2 days actually as each Wednesday is a new week and I am a bit tardy with this entry. Forgive me but I have a very valid excuse…my fingers are tired.

No really…they are. Along with my legs, the feet, the back, abdominal organs, my brain, the heart, ribs and lungs. Everything is slowing turning to a full blown ache. As of late, I’ve developed the pregnancy “butterfingers”. Evidence splattered around the house as I drop everything and try hard to keep my expletives to a minimum around K’s ears. Bon-a-fide ankle swelling has not started yet but I know it’s to come. I end each day in the recliner (where I am right now) with useless stumps for legs. And then, as the day comes to a close, I waddle off to bed.

Ah, the bed. Correction…battlefield. One would think a nice, inviting bed all to myself (I’ve moved to the guest bed to spare the husband) would be heaven sent to a pregnant lady but you would be wrong. OKok…in the bed’s defense, it was great…until about 18 weeks pregnant. Now, I approach the treacherous squishy square, take 3 deep breaths and say, “here we go.”

First step is getting in. I position all 5 pillows (yes 5) in a particular manner, and climb in from the foot of the bed on all fours. Once I’m ready to settle in, I have to recap the babies’ positions of the day and choose which side to start sleeping on. Guess wrong and the babies instantly start kicking the rib cage in protest. (there is no way to sleep through this) Eventually, I find myself horizontal and cocooned by pillows. Turn out the light…ahhh. Sleep. For exactly 14 minutes before bladder has other plans. And so the cycle goes. No less than 4 times a night. Every night. I miss my husband but there is no way I could subject him to this up and down dance.

Ok…to change the subject (because frankly, I could bore you to tears with the “I hurt all over” stuff).. let’s talk about baby stats!!  We are now going to the Dr. every week. This means the end is near! YAY. (Remember May 23rd is the latest he said we would go)

31 weeks + 2 days. Baby A weighs about 3.5 pounds. Baby B just shy of 4 pounds. A heartbeat 121. B heartbeat 139. No, we still don’t know the genders! Absolutely no sign of preterm labor. Fluid levels great.Total weight gain= 34 lbs. My belly is measuring the size of someone pregnant at 41 weeks with one baby. Considering most women deliver by 40 weeks, I have officially entered the no-mans land of multiple pregnancy. (ie..looking freakishly large) People are beginning to look at me in aghast wondering if I might give birth at any moment. The pictures simply do not do justice to how large I really feel. Speaking of….

31 Weeks

4-7 Weeks to go. We can do this!!

30 Weeks. I miss my Blue Bell

If you know me, you know I could single handily keep Blue Bell in business. Rare is the day you open our freezer and don’t see a tub or two of that glorious ice cream. Mind you…I’m not one for sweets. I could pass up an entire table full of cakes, cookies, pies…you name it. But, don’t mess with my Blue Bell lest you want to limp away missing body parts.

So it is with a very heavy heart that I announce I’ve been banned from the stuff for the remainder of the pregnancy. That’s right..I failed both the 1 hour and 3 hour glucose tests most all pregnant women are subject to at 28 weeks. What does that mean? Gestational Diabetes folks. GULP. Have no fear..the babies and I are doing well. It just means I have to be more diligent in watching the foods I eat, specifically my sugar/carbs intake as well as increasing protein with each meal.

Out with the ice cream, in with the steak. Hey, that’s not all bad!

As an added bonus, I’ve been outfitted with a glucose meter. 4 times a day until delivery I get to check sugar levels in my blood.  Yesterday, there was a fun little class where a dietitian diligently wrote out my daily meal plans and calorie/carb/protein allowance. Imagine her face as I told her I was also gluten intolerant. She had a fun time trying to pick out my foods.

All kidding aside, diabetes is no joke. I’m lucky this was diagnosed and I’m able to take measures to keep these babies and myself healthy. We’ve made it to 30 weeks, which is 4 weeks longer than with K & E. Every day they stay in is a miracle in my eyes. So give me that monitor, take my Blue Bell, and force feed me protein at every meal. You babies are worth it.

30 Weeks

29 weeks. 9 or 6 weeks to go.

Well folks…we made it another week. I say “we” because this pregnancy is truly turning into a team effort. I’m requiring more and more time sitting and less time up and doing things. Nick, Kailey, family and friends have all stepped up to help this momma make it through the day. Thank you all…even the “little things” help so much.

Heartburn has reared its ugly head again and I fear is here to stay. (Despite daily medication to help) Nothing like feeling ravenous and esophageal burning all at the same time. Legs and feet that use to hold up until nightfall are now aching as early as noon if I’m not careful. Baby B has moved into a transverse position across the top of the uterus.This means he/she likes to tuck up under both set of ribs once I lay down. Little booger then proceeds to kick and punch the underside for hours. JOY. Luckily, the back is holding up..for now. All in all, the body is holding up pretty well however I diffidently notice an increase in symptoms this week from prior ones.

Ok..enough complaining. I just had to get a little out because man this is getting TOUGH and we still have 9 weeks to go! Or is it 6? Woah, wait, what? My doc has been so supportive that we’re going to make it to 38 that I never let it sink in that the average twin pregnancy in the US delivers at 35 weeks. THAT’S IN 6 WEEKS PEOPLE.  Why is that? Well usually its because one or both babies water naturally breaks and that’s that. Birth is then imminent. Of course there are a number of other issues that can cause pre-term delivery but considering how we’ve progressed swimmingly, I would suspect only early water breaking or unusual change in blood pressure to send us packing before 38.

I was panicking lying awake pondering this new realization that we could in fact welcome them in as little as 6 weeks and my mind thought back to the month these little ones came to be. September, 2011. The month my Grandma Reiser passed away. Grams, as I called her, will always be one of my favorite people. We were actually in Dallas with our fertility specialist when we got word of her passing. I turned to Nick that very night and said, “If this works, and it’s twins, they are going to be born on Grams’s birthday. I just know it.” Why did I say that? Well..we knew based on our “timing” that a single baby would go 40 weeks into the first week of June, but that twins come early and could happen anytime in May. Grandma, born May 4th, 1920, would be watching over us.

29 Weeks

Grams with Kailey. We miss you...