Home Stretch: 4 weeks and Counting

Home stretch, literally and figuratively.  Just when I think my stomach can't get any bigger it does.   It has a lot to house.

We had our last ultrasound today…the estimations are that #25, baby boy, is 6 pounds and #7, baby girl, is 5 pounds.  That is at 34 weeks.   With a half pound gain estimated per baby per week, OMG, I can't even imagine how I am going to be feeling at the finish line.

That said, I just want to make it safely to the finish line.  We had a scare a couple weeks ago, when a couple symptoms of pre-eclampsia started to show up.  I've tried not to think about it this pregnancy as the high-risk doctor thought it would be unlikely this time, but I've also not slowed down.

The good news is that I am not on bed rest.  Work has been amazingly supportive and now I work from home two days a week, plus try to commute during less stressful hours.  Most importantly, it has made me put my actions into better perspective.   I canceled a girls' weekend away because even 48 hours with my favorite gals wasn't worth a trip to the ER and NICU.

Thank you all for the support and good wishes you have sent our way.  I am so thankful that we have made it this far.   Everyone asks, "Are we ready?"   I think we are more ready to be parents than we were three years ago, but every baby is different and this time we will be juggling two, plus the amazing Mr. F.    The only thing we can be ready with at this point in time is a sense of humor…we're going to need it.

Another Milestone Passed

Yesterday we went for our first ob visit, which included another ultrasound and some unpleasantness of things being stuck where you don't want them to.

#3 [also known as Twin A] is measuring at 2cm and had a heartbeat of 166bpm. #25 [also known as Twin B] was hiding out a bit, but he finally surfaced and was measuring 1.9cm and 170bpm. Both are right where they should be, so we are breathing a little easier. Given all the pg symptoms I have, I keep repeating the mantra that feeling bad is good.

We don't know anything about gender, but I am betting on two boys--which is why I keep calling them 'he' and 'defenseman'. We won't know the gender until December. It's funny--my dad doesn't want to know. Everyone will know around him, but he believes he can remain in the dark for the additional twenty weeks.

I actually switched to a new ob. I loved my old ob, but she is 30 minutes away without traffic. With a great hospital nearby, it made sense to find someone that is just 10 minutes away. He is very understanding of previously infertile women. He is willing to see you as much as you want to feel good about your pregnancy.

It's still hard to believe that I am pregnant!

The Aliens Have Taken Over

Can I just say that I am no longer in control of my body? Those two little creatures above are now ruling how I feel on a daily basis. The frustrating part is that there is no consistency to how you feel.

Most days I feel pretty good between the hours of 7am and 2pm. Today, not so much. I am starting to get the sense that queasiness is becoming a part of my daily routine. Usually, I am lucky and I don't experience it until late in the day. And, despite, having had a good night's sleep, I have just wanted to nap for the last hour since coming home from breakfast.

This is really a change for me. I have never been the type that likes to just lounge around. If the sun is shining, then I am usually getting something done--either around the house or out running an errand. I have had to take my to do list down several notches. Everybody tells me this temporary and by week 13, I'll be back to my old self. All I know is that is still six weeks away.

Until then, back to the couch for me.