My Pregnancy: 31weeks

Apparently everyone is locked and loaded and ready to go. I was told to go home and pack a bag, and be prepared for anything. My doctor said she’ll be surprised if I make it to 35 weeks. I’m all for skipping the 100 degree weather in August.

How far along: 31 weeks

Total weight gain: i’ve somehow managed to lose 2 lbs since my last appointment, even i’m impressed! 17 lbs total.

Maternity clothes: maxi skirts and tank tops are my go to, although even my maternity shirts are starting to not completely cover this big old basketball. it’s a really, really good look, like not trashy at all. at all.

Stretch marks: nada!

Sleep: here and there after my legs allow the rest of me to fall asleep.

Best moment of this week: still walking 3.5 miles (quickly) a few times a week and not going into labor.

Miss anything: summer beers on the porch.

Movement: my stomach now shifts from one side to another, then back again. it’s pretty gross.

Food cravings: i’m having a hard time keeping food down, so anything that i’ve actually wanted, i’ve decided against unless it’s smooth coming back up.

Anything making you queasy or sick: everything randomly.

Have you started to show yet: nope, i think i’ve managed to hide it pretty well- ha.

Gender: still a girl and a boy. i’m pretty sure that won’t change.

Labor signs: contractions here and there, super minimal.

Belly button in or out: still out.

Wedding rings on or off: crap, i keep meaning to try to take them off.

Happy or moody most of the time: tired and fat, but relatively happy.

Looking forward to: finishing up the nursery this week, finally.

My Pregnancy: 30 weeks

Look at me, two posts within two weeks!  I’ve been feeling pretty great, all things considered, AND bonus, just found out that my doctor won’t let me go past 38 weeks, so I’ve only got eight weeks or less left. I survived!

How far along: 30 weeks + 2 days

Total weight gain: 19 lbs, but have an appointment with that evil scale tomorrow morning, so who knows.

Maternity clothes: since finishing work last week, I’ve decided i will not be wearing a pair of jeans again until at least September. hello dresses, skirts, and sweats. yes, i’m pretty.

Stretch marks: still in the clear 🙂

Sleep: actually better this past week than the last four. averaging 6 hours a night, not too shabby.

Best moment of this week: sleeping through an entire night without waking up to go to the bathroom. my standards for ‘best’ have really changed recently, but i’ll take it.

Miss anything: having a flat stomach, and not bumping into everything with my giant watermelon belly.

Movement: so much so that I’ve been getting motion sickness. aren’t they darling?

Food cravings: I’ve been drinking an excessive amount of “cocktails” (3/4 water, 1/4 lemonade- i know, i know, party animal). also still enjoying chips and salsa for dinner often.

Anything making you queasy or sick: besides the constant moving of two little gremlins, i’m in good shape.

Have you started to show yet: um, not that I’ve noticed.

Gender: still a girl and a boy. i’m pretty sure that won’t change.

Labor signs: a couple contractions, mostly while speed walking.

Belly button in or out: still out.

Wedding rings on or off: on, hoping i haven’t missed my window to get them off.

Happy or moody most of the time: tired and fat, but relatively happy.

Looking forward to: celebrated my brother’s (and new sister in law’s!) wedding this weekend, now pure peace until the little buggers get here. oh, and doctors appointments 2-3 times a week. what’s not to look forward to?

Constant Prenatal Appointments

My wife was practically VIP during her pregnancy, which felt special for the first month or so, until the constant doctor’s appointments took over her life.

She celebrated her 32nd birthday around the tenth week of her pregnancy. No big deal.  Not too old, right?  I mean, we’d been married for almost seven years.  We traveled a lot, bought a house, and took our sweet time before trying to have a baby.

Wrong again. You see, carrying twins at age 32 put her into a special group called advanced maternal age.  Advanced maternal age means that you have a high-risk pregnancy.  My understanding was that she would have more prenatal appointments and more ultrasounds than most expecting moms.

I would come home from work and there would be new images our babies on the fridge.  To me, it was pretty exciting stuff.  So exciting, that while she was complaining about non-stress tests and growth scans, I was just looking at the ultrasound images and picturing those two babies in her still-small belly, missing her complaints about waiting for hours, double-booking appointments, and fire alarms that went off while she waited patiently in forgotten examining rooms. But oh, those ultrasound images! Our twins were stacked for the first several weeks, and the images made it look like they were sharing a bunk beds.

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Twins, in bunk beds, in her belly.  So cool!

Eventually, she started to decline the doctors’ offers for images, because we already had plenty at home and because she had just seen them on the screen.  How commonplace.

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For most of her pregnancy, she was at the doctor’s office or the hospital at least twice a week.  No consideration for a special parking place was given to her, despite the size of her increasing stomach and the tendency to waddle that would appear from time to time. IMG_0428

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As her bladder became increasingly harder to control, so did her patience with appointment after appointment.  The feeling of VIP status had dissipated and was replaced with frustration over long waits at the appointments.

She had placenta previa for the longest time.  When it was first identified, very early on, it was no big deal and we were told that it would probably resolve itself.  Well, it didn’t.  I did some internet searches and saw that women can bleed to death with this previa business, so each time she went to the doctor, I asked her if it lifted.  It hadn’t.

IMG_9051 More pregnancy restrictions were placed on her from the first time the previa was spotted. Restrictions do not fare well with this woman.  She is independent to the core.  She will not ask anyone for help, including yours truly.  Despite my insistence that she takes it easy, she refused.  She continued to pick up the 40lb and 50lb kids she was nannying, and I’m sure she kept up with them on the playground too, although she claims she just sat and watched them from a distance.  Yeah right.

Eventually the placenta previa resolved itself, but it took much longer than expected.  Maybe around 33 weeks.

Now we just waited for them to come