Here I am... up again for my 4 am feeding... whoever planned this whole 40 weeks of being pregnant must have known what they were doing, because I don't think it could be any more perfect...
First trimester - you are completely wiped out. This allows you to slow down from "normal life". Your body rejects anything that may be unhealthy and craves nutrients for your baby/ies. You change your schedule to allow for more naps and rest up because it's going to be a long 40 weeks - but everything is new and exciting so you are ready!
Second trimester - you feel awesome. Life is great. You have just enough "bump" to look pregnant (and not like you've been enjoying too many fudgesicles), but not too much bump so that it prevents you from tying your shoe. You feel your baby/ies kicking, dancing and love each movement. Your energy levels are back to normal and you love being pregnant. You have a healthy glow and everyone comments on how good pregnancy looks on you. This is the time you remember next time you talk about getting pregnant.
Third trimester - you are uncomfortable. You pee every half hour, but always feel like its time to go again. Your hands and feet are swollen and ache. You sleep in increments (probably to prepare you for life with baby/ies) and never truly fall into a deep sleep so you live in a fog during the day (on top of pregnancy brain). You still feel your baby/ies, but feel them clawing at your bladder, kicking you in gut and trying to bury themselves under your ribs. People no longer tell you how good you look pregnant but make comments on "how big you've gotten" and how "it looks like you are about to pop".
Now, I have really enjoyed these past 34 weeks and have loved being pregnant, but I think it is necessary for me to feel a little uncomfortableness now... One, as I said before, I think it is preparing me for life with babies and two, if I didn't, I'd probably want to keep these little girls in my belly forever!
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Don't lend me your ears...
Ever since I learned that my babies were able to hear my voice in the womb (beginning a few weeks ago), I've been trying to sing to them as much as possible. Now, I'm not sure if that's such a good thing... For those who haven't heard me sing, count your blessings. I was never blessed with any musical talents. That's my husband's area of expertise.
But it is possible for me to teach them bad musical habits? Could they actually learn how to sing out of tune? Or do they just put their little hands over their ears and pray for mama to stop?
Hopefully Daddy can fix all my wrong doings when the babies are born. For now, they're going to have to enjoy off key melodies! La la LAAA!
But it is possible for me to teach them bad musical habits? Could they actually learn how to sing out of tune? Or do they just put their little hands over their ears and pray for mama to stop?
Hopefully Daddy can fix all my wrong doings when the babies are born. For now, they're going to have to enjoy off key melodies! La la LAAA!
(An official sonogram image of one of the twins in the womb
while mama is crooning)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Daddy's hole in one
My husband and I have talked about having kids and being parents since we first started dating over 10 years ago. We've always wanted children but wanted to wait until it "felt right" for us. Well, a little over a year after we got married, it started to feel like we were missing something in our lives and we started to feel like the time was right. So, we began to seriously discuss adding a child to the mix.
Well, I guess a lot of my friends were having the same discussion, because all of a sudden, it seemed like everyone started getting pregnant!!! After 10 pregnancy announcements and a weekend vacation with our friends, Jenna and Ben, who were expecting, we decided that it was indeed, time.
It was the beginning of March and we were ready! In preparation for getting pregnant, I started back in January taking pre-natal vitamins and marking my cycle. I had drawn hearts on each day of the calendar in March - beginning day 10 and ending day 16 . If you don't know why, go ask your Mom. We were nervous, yet excited, but definitely ready!
Then, on day 8, Damon got into an accident and totalled his truck. We had already looked at our finances for the rest of the year and knew we could add in a car payment for when we replaced my 1996 Honda Civic, but adding two new car payments was going to be tough. It put a wrench in our plans to say the least, and we decided that it would be best for us to wait a few months before we started trying.
Then, on day 14, Damon cooked a nice dinner, we split a bottle of wine and ended up... "trying".
Two weeks later, I wrote my first blog.
Well, I guess a lot of my friends were having the same discussion, because all of a sudden, it seemed like everyone started getting pregnant!!! After 10 pregnancy announcements and a weekend vacation with our friends, Jenna and Ben, who were expecting, we decided that it was indeed, time.
It was the beginning of March and we were ready! In preparation for getting pregnant, I started back in January taking pre-natal vitamins and marking my cycle. I had drawn hearts on each day of the calendar in March - beginning day 10 and ending day 16 . If you don't know why, go ask your Mom. We were nervous, yet excited, but definitely ready!
Then, on day 8, Damon got into an accident and totalled his truck. We had already looked at our finances for the rest of the year and knew we could add in a car payment for when we replaced my 1996 Honda Civic, but adding two new car payments was going to be tough. It put a wrench in our plans to say the least, and we decided that it would be best for us to wait a few months before we started trying.
Then, on day 14, Damon cooked a nice dinner, we split a bottle of wine and ended up... "trying".
Two weeks later, I wrote my first blog.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Talking double
I love telling people that I'm having twins. Since we didn't announce our pregnancy before we found out we were having double the pleasure, double the fun, I break our news to friends, coworkers, neighbors by showing them our ultrasound. They instantly recognize what it is and belt out their congrats. Then they take a closer look at it and a puzzled look crosses over their face. Most people then stare wide eyed at me and slowly ask, "Twins?"
My next door neighbor and new Mama was too cute. She looked at the ultrasound and then asked, "Wait, which one am I looking at?" "Both," I told her and she screamed.
Then I get either complete excitement or pity. Most people are genuinely happy for us and see having twins as a "double blessing". But some almost look disgusted at the thought of taking care of two babies at one time. "Better you than me," they say and I just agree.
My next door neighbor and new Mama was too cute. She looked at the ultrasound and then asked, "Wait, which one am I looking at?" "Both," I told her and she screamed.
Then I get either complete excitement or pity. Most people are genuinely happy for us and see having twins as a "double blessing". But some almost look disgusted at the thought of taking care of two babies at one time. "Better you than me," they say and I just agree.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Naming the Embryos
So, I'm still trying to accept the fact that I am having twins. The phrase "I can't believe I'm having twins" leaves my lips about 6 times per day - 3 times randomly from the thought of it, 2 times talking to people about it and once everyday when my sister calls to tell me that she can't believe I'm having twins.
A couple of ideas for baby on the left: Starvin Marvin, ET, Greenbean
Any other ideas?
I still have tons of research to do on the subject and am still processing the twin fact, so I'm at a loss for a blog right now... so I just wanted to let you know that Damon and I are taking names for our embryos. Remember these guys?
A couple of ideas for baby on the left: Starvin Marvin, ET, Greenbean
A couple of ideas for baby on the right: Casper, Peanut
Any other ideas?
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wait... what?
Finally. The day we've been waiting for. Our first pre-natal appointment!
I meet my husband in front of the office building and we get lost trying to find our way to the OB's office. We are giddy, excited, nervous and can't wait to see our little one. We're late getting into the office which works to our advantage because they call me right in.
Damon waits in the waiting room during the first part. For those of you who don't know us, we're super open with each other. To some of my friends' horror, I have no problems passing gas in front of him - even while not pregnant - and have been known to ask him to pull my finger from time to time. But this, to us, is a little different. We've decided that my private regions should remain "private" through this. I don't want him to start looking at "down there" as a science experiment.
So, I get swabbed, poked, checked and then get ready for the ultrasound. Thanks to my friend Molly for giving me the head's up that the first ultrasound is done vaginally. Otherwise, it would have been a different experience. The nurse brings Damon in the room and she and the doctor tease him a little bit to try to make him feel more comfortable. He takes it in stride and grabs my hand.
We both turn to the screen and she moves the "thingy" (I'm not using "thingy" because of a lack of words, but because I can't think of any clean terminology right now) around and an image of a peanut in a bubble appears on the screen. Damon and I tighten our grip, look at each other and smile. So precious. So wonderful. This is exactly what we needed to see, feel, hear, experience to know that we were indeed pregnant and that there was a little baby growing inside of me. It made it all real.
Then, she moved the thingy around again and said, "And here's baby number 2." We awwed again and then, "Wait.... what?" She smiled that knowing smile and moved her little magic wand. "Here's baby number 1 and here's baby number 2," she showed us on the screen.
I threw my head around to look at my husband. I couldn't tell if he was completely estatic, about to pass out, or about to run out the door. He just stared at the screen. Later he told me he got tunnel vision and was trying not to pass out. I'm sure my eyes were as big as moons. The tears started and (I hate to admit it) at first, not out of joy. I was scared. No, I was terrified.
Suddenly, our house got really small. I had already planned out how I was going to arrange the furniture in my house to make our guest bedroom the nursery, our office the guest bedroom and bring the office furniture into our bedroom. I envisioned where the highchair would sit in the kitchen, the swing in the living room. I knew how the nursery was going to be set-up - where the crib went, changing table... And I knew that it was going to be tough to incude TWO of everything in the humble space we have.
Then I thought about my car - there's no way that two carseats can fit in my little honda - so time to get a new car... new car = new car payment. The numbers started adding up in my head. Two cribs, two carseats, two high chairs, double the clothes, double the diapers, double the doctor's bills...
Then "double the diapers" popped in my thoughts again. I am going to have to take care of TWO babies!!! I don't really know how to take care of one baby right now... how am I going to take care of two!? Horror stories that my mom told me of my aunt who had twins started running through my head. Stories how she would breastfeed one, then change the other. Then breastfeed the other, then change the first... then do it all over again while trying to get some sleep and still maintain her sanity. She did all this by herself because her husband had left her shortly before she gave birth. OMG! I can NOT do this by myself! I look at Damon again to make sure he's not trying to head for the door.
I look up at him and he has the most unexpected look on his face. There are creases around his eyes and he is showing his teeth. Wait... is that a... is he smiling!?
He notices me looking at him, turns to me, squeezes my hand and then kisses me on the forehead. Then turns back to the screen and continues smiling.
I suddenly feel a calming sensation run over me. It's going to be okay. We're going to do this together. We're going to have two babies and it's going to be okay.
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TWO BABIES!!! How exciting! (now tears of joy)
I come back to reality to see the flashing lights on each baby - their heartbeats! My heart melts. She moves the thingy so both babies appear on the screen and takes a picture. She gives us multiple copies. I look at one and instantly fall in love with our two babies.
We chatted with the OBGYN a little longer, asked questions and then she left us with handfuls of pamphlets on being pregnant and information on support groups for parents of "multiples".
The rest of the day we're both on cloud 9. We share the news with everyone and everyone is so happy for us! I pray for the first time in years as I go to bed that night and wake up feeling relieved, confident and completely elated. It's going to be okay.
So, without further ado, it is my priviledge and my honor to introduce you to our two little ones, baby 1 and baby 2...
I meet my husband in front of the office building and we get lost trying to find our way to the OB's office. We are giddy, excited, nervous and can't wait to see our little one. We're late getting into the office which works to our advantage because they call me right in.
Damon waits in the waiting room during the first part. For those of you who don't know us, we're super open with each other. To some of my friends' horror, I have no problems passing gas in front of him - even while not pregnant - and have been known to ask him to pull my finger from time to time. But this, to us, is a little different. We've decided that my private regions should remain "private" through this. I don't want him to start looking at "down there" as a science experiment.
So, I get swabbed, poked, checked and then get ready for the ultrasound. Thanks to my friend Molly for giving me the head's up that the first ultrasound is done vaginally. Otherwise, it would have been a different experience. The nurse brings Damon in the room and she and the doctor tease him a little bit to try to make him feel more comfortable. He takes it in stride and grabs my hand.
We both turn to the screen and she moves the "thingy" (I'm not using "thingy" because of a lack of words, but because I can't think of any clean terminology right now) around and an image of a peanut in a bubble appears on the screen. Damon and I tighten our grip, look at each other and smile. So precious. So wonderful. This is exactly what we needed to see, feel, hear, experience to know that we were indeed pregnant and that there was a little baby growing inside of me. It made it all real.
Then, she moved the thingy around again and said, "And here's baby number 2." We awwed again and then, "Wait.... what?" She smiled that knowing smile and moved her little magic wand. "Here's baby number 1 and here's baby number 2," she showed us on the screen.
I threw my head around to look at my husband. I couldn't tell if he was completely estatic, about to pass out, or about to run out the door. He just stared at the screen. Later he told me he got tunnel vision and was trying not to pass out. I'm sure my eyes were as big as moons. The tears started and (I hate to admit it) at first, not out of joy. I was scared. No, I was terrified.
Suddenly, our house got really small. I had already planned out how I was going to arrange the furniture in my house to make our guest bedroom the nursery, our office the guest bedroom and bring the office furniture into our bedroom. I envisioned where the highchair would sit in the kitchen, the swing in the living room. I knew how the nursery was going to be set-up - where the crib went, changing table... And I knew that it was going to be tough to incude TWO of everything in the humble space we have.
Then I thought about my car - there's no way that two carseats can fit in my little honda - so time to get a new car... new car = new car payment. The numbers started adding up in my head. Two cribs, two carseats, two high chairs, double the clothes, double the diapers, double the doctor's bills...
Then "double the diapers" popped in my thoughts again. I am going to have to take care of TWO babies!!! I don't really know how to take care of one baby right now... how am I going to take care of two!? Horror stories that my mom told me of my aunt who had twins started running through my head. Stories how she would breastfeed one, then change the other. Then breastfeed the other, then change the first... then do it all over again while trying to get some sleep and still maintain her sanity. She did all this by herself because her husband had left her shortly before she gave birth. OMG! I can NOT do this by myself! I look at Damon again to make sure he's not trying to head for the door.
I look up at him and he has the most unexpected look on his face. There are creases around his eyes and he is showing his teeth. Wait... is that a... is he smiling!?
He notices me looking at him, turns to me, squeezes my hand and then kisses me on the forehead. Then turns back to the screen and continues smiling.
I suddenly feel a calming sensation run over me. It's going to be okay. We're going to do this together. We're going to have two babies and it's going to be okay.
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TWO BABIES!!! How exciting! (now tears of joy)
I come back to reality to see the flashing lights on each baby - their heartbeats! My heart melts. She moves the thingy so both babies appear on the screen and takes a picture. She gives us multiple copies. I look at one and instantly fall in love with our two babies.
We chatted with the OBGYN a little longer, asked questions and then she left us with handfuls of pamphlets on being pregnant and information on support groups for parents of "multiples".
The rest of the day we're both on cloud 9. We share the news with everyone and everyone is so happy for us! I pray for the first time in years as I go to bed that night and wake up feeling relieved, confident and completely elated. It's going to be okay.
So, without further ado, it is my priviledge and my honor to introduce you to our two little ones, baby 1 and baby 2...
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Sooo sleepy...
I can't believe how exhausted I am! Last night I went to bed at 9... on a Friday night! Can you believe it!? My friend Becca said it's because I'm suffering from semen posioning... yes, I told her - seriously - how could I keep it a secret any longer!? I mean it's already been 2 days!
Okay, so I think it's time to take a nap... it's tough work growing a baby!
Okay, so I think it's time to take a nap... it's tough work growing a baby!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Hurry up and wait...
So, I'm pregnant. It's my first pregnancy and while I've skimmed the pages of "What to expect when you're expecting", I have no idea what I need to do. I call my OBGYN to make an appointment and they say they can't schedule me until I'm 8-10 weeks... I'm 2, well, actually 4 because they start counting from the first day of your last period, not your date of conception... who knew? So, I won't see my OBGYN until May 7...
But I have so many questions!!! Is my iron level high enough? Am I getting enough protein? Do I need to change to all natural face lotions? Are the pre-natal vitamins I'm taking good enough? Am I healthy? AM I EVEN PREGNANT?
I chat with my mom and she suggests that I make an appointment with my GP to get a blood test and get my questions answered. I do that. What would I ever do without my mom?
In the meantime, I want to tell EVERYONE! I walk into work and have to bite my tongue each time I run into someone. It's swollen and I'm tasting blood by the time I reach my office. I shut my door and take a deep breath.
But I have so many questions!!! Is my iron level high enough? Am I getting enough protein? Do I need to change to all natural face lotions? Are the pre-natal vitamins I'm taking good enough? Am I healthy? AM I EVEN PREGNANT?
I chat with my mom and she suggests that I make an appointment with my GP to get a blood test and get my questions answered. I do that. What would I ever do without my mom?
In the meantime, I want to tell EVERYONE! I walk into work and have to bite my tongue each time I run into someone. It's swollen and I'm tasting blood by the time I reach my office. I shut my door and take a deep breath.
And it begins...
Okay, so it's two days before my scheduled period and I know that the accuracy of the test is only 90%... but that's good enough for me! Besides, I can't wait anymore... I have to know! I do my business on the little clear blue and easy and then jump in the shower. "I'm probably not pregnant", I tell myself because I don't want to be disappointed, but then don't want to jinx it, so I say "I am pregnant!" I repeat this for about 15 minutes and wonder if I'm going insane.
When I emerge, I casually glance at the stick trying not to seem desperate for an answer.
"Pregnant"
I make the weirdest noise. It's kind of like a mix between a snort, a laugh, a cry and a burp and it was a perfect noise for the emotions I was feeling. WHAT!?!? I have to tell my husband! But no... I should tell him in a special way tonight over dinner... I take a picture of the stick with cut azaleas from my front yard. I plan to put it in an engraved frame and give it to him this evening.
I can't believe it... Wow... I'm going to be a Mom! I'm going to have a baby! Man, I'm going to miss some good happy hours this summer... Oh, my husband is going to be such a good Dad! I have to tell him. Who has the self control to wait until tonight!?!?
I jump on the bed and gently (as much as my excitement could allow) shake him. He groggily looks up at me... "Yes?"
"Congratulations on your hole in one!" I squeal (more on that later)...
"What? No..." I smile. "What? No..." he says again... "Yes!!!" I squeal. We chat about it for awhile and both decide we are very happy, but that we are going to keep it quiet for a few more weeks. At least until we see the OBGYN we reason...
15 minutes later I call my mom...
When I emerge, I casually glance at the stick trying not to seem desperate for an answer.
"Pregnant"
I make the weirdest noise. It's kind of like a mix between a snort, a laugh, a cry and a burp and it was a perfect noise for the emotions I was feeling. WHAT!?!? I have to tell my husband! But no... I should tell him in a special way tonight over dinner... I take a picture of the stick with cut azaleas from my front yard. I plan to put it in an engraved frame and give it to him this evening.
I can't believe it... Wow... I'm going to be a Mom! I'm going to have a baby! Man, I'm going to miss some good happy hours this summer... Oh, my husband is going to be such a good Dad! I have to tell him. Who has the self control to wait until tonight!?!?
I jump on the bed and gently (as much as my excitement could allow) shake him. He groggily looks up at me... "Yes?"
"Congratulations on your hole in one!" I squeal (more on that later)...
"What? No..." I smile. "What? No..." he says again... "Yes!!!" I squeal. We chat about it for awhile and both decide we are very happy, but that we are going to keep it quiet for a few more weeks. At least until we see the OBGYN we reason...
15 minutes later I call my mom...
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