We had our appointment on Monday...like, more than a week ago.
It's too confusing to refer to Twin A and Twin B, because they move all around in there and it's never really the same - so we call them Big Twin (or, as my doctor says, Hog Baby) and Little Twin.
Big twin is...a hog. No, really. The doctor called her the Hog Baby, which is one of the many reasons I love him - nice, funny, and smart. Hog Baby is measuring exactly on track. No drama for her. 2lb 7oz.
Little twin is...hanging in there. 1lb 10oz. Over 14 days she grew an appropriate amount for 13 days. This was good enough to earn us another two week reprieve! Yay! As long as she keeps it up, and continues to look healthy, there is no need to rip the babies from my uterus of doom.
I am totally excited to meet these girls, but not yet! Not just yet.
Thank you very much for all the nice comments. Really. I do read them all and I appreciate every single one. I promise I wasn't trying to make drama by not posting. I've been completely exhausted and every time I thought about posting, I just took a nap or ate cheese instead. Or, I ate cheese THEN took a nap. Either way, it probably involved cheese and nap, is what I'm getting at.
I have returned a few emails, but I promise to return all of them soon.
A group of my local mommy friends organized to bring us meals so that we wouldn't have to worry about cooking. And oh my sweet baby jeezus it was the best thing ever. I never realized how much of a relief it is to not have to worry about dinner or cleanup.
I'm not an overly emotional person, but every time I think of how nice people have been? It makes me a little weepy.
Verclempt, if you will.
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So, I'm off work on short term disability. Not on strict bed rest or anything. Just, "hey, take it really easy and gestate two properly sized humans, mkay" rest. If this little baby doesn't keep growing, we are going to have some pretty little preemies, and I figure the best I can do is eat well and sleep often. The doctor agrees.
Yesterday I cried mid-afternoon because my body hurts so bad. My fingers and hands and feet are so swollen. I seriously cannot fit my feet into one pair of shoes. If I have to go out, I wear my running shoes untied. Today I took the dogs out to pee in Mark's shoes and I looked like a pregnant clown (partly due to the shoes and partly due to my hobo-like appearance and rosy cheeks).
I can't even open a water bottle without wincing.
And yes, I know, woe is the pregnant lady, etc. But wow. I have hip pain, back and neck pain, and can't stand more than a couple minutes without getting a hot flash and feeling light-headed. It's pretty much all I can do to take a shower these days. I typically save up all my energy to play with Olivia and then I nap while she naps and when Mark gets home from work.
I sleep sitting up. Like the Elephant Man.
Being nauseated and in pain for 6 months is just...exhausting. I am sure that Mark would agree, since he is working and then coming home and doing every single thing around the house. I love him.
Oh, but my daughter. You guys? She is so much fun right now. She's getting so smart and funny and just full of The Mischief. She knows about half of the alphabet, she grabs the remote and starts pressing the buttons while screaming "WORD WORLD," she dances and laughs and smiles.
I have pictures to post but not right now. Because I don't feel like it, basically.
We switched her to a big girl bed and she loves it. The past few nights, she has grabbed her blanket, said bye to Dad, the Dogs, and the TV (Parenting WIN!) and then climbed the stairs while yelling "BED!"
I love her.
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