when your twins decide 34 weeks is long enough.

People say it all the time. Babies come when they’re ready. In most cases, that time is around 40 weeks. But when you’ve got more than one baby on board, things tend to happen a bit sooner. Our babies decided 34 weeks was their time to join the real world. Here’s how it all went down.

Warning: This is gonna be real wordy…

Wednesday, June 3rd – Justin returned from his five-month work stint in Pennsylvania. Yes, I spent the final five months of my pregnancy in a “long-distance marriage”. We made it work with once-a-month visits, Skype, texts, and lots of Snapchat so we could see little snippets of one another’s day-to-day. It was less than ideal. Especially when I got to the point in pregnancy where reaching my toes was out of the question. But we made it work. And we he returned home to stay, he could see it all over my face. These babies were coming sooner rather than later.

Thursday, June 4th & Friday, June 5th – To put it bluntly, I felt like shit these two days. I was experiencing pain in my lower abdomen/pelvic region, I felt especially sluggish, and just not well. I tried to wrap up as many things as possible at work, thinking something might be happening sooner than expected, but tried not to say much about it so as not to unnecessarily alarm anyone.

Saturday, June 6th – Woke up feeling great! We had our birthing class scheduled for this day so we headed to the hospital and spent all day learning about pre-term labor signs, epidurals, birth, taking care of infants, etc. While mostly stuff I already knew, I could see a lot of lightbulbs going off in Justin’s head and he left feeling much more knowledgeable, which made me feel even more ready for these babies to arrive. We were both energized by the class so when we got home that afternoon we finished up a few things around the house, making sure we were as ready for babies as we possibly could be. I continued to feel great during all of this. It really didn’t even occur to me that this could be that sudden burst of energy (nesting) that we’d just learned about in the pre-term labor section of the class. It wasn’t until bed time that night, when the pain in my pelvic area returned, that I thought this might be the real deal.

Sunday, June 7th – I woke up feeling even worse, and in turn, more uneasy. I also had some minor spotting. Nothing to be super alarmed about, but enough to make me pay attention. I had brunch plans with one group of girlfriends, and afternoon plans with another. I was super excited for one last day out with some of my favorite ladies before the babies arrived but it seemed said babies might have other plans, so we headed to the hospital to see what was going on. I truly thought I would go in, have some tests done, and be sent home. Instead, they told me I was 2cm dilated & was being admitted. 2cm isn’t much, and some people sit there for weeks before dilating any further, but with twins it was enough for them to take it seriously & monitor me to see how things progressed.

Around 2:30 that afternoon they gave me a shot of betamethasone to help develop the babies’ lungs in case labor did progress. They also started giving me nifedipine in hopes of slowing down or completely stopping labor. I spent the next 24 hours just lying in bed. It was probably one of the most uncomfortable nights of my life. The babies’ heartbeats, as well as my contractions (the contractions that I didn’t know I was having) were being monitored, which meant super itchy bands were placed around my giant belly and nearly every time I moved, the monitors moved out of place. A nurse would then come in to adjust them. Over and over and over again. I was on a clear liquid diet (and therefore starving) just in case I needed a c-section. Of course I was used to it by now, but there was absolutely zero sleep for me that night.

Monday, June 8th – It seemed the nifedipine was doing the trick so I was moved to an antepartum room after my second shot of betamethasone. The bed in this room was much more comfortable so I actually got a little rest that afternoon. I had some visitors and some real food and went to bed knowing that I was going home the next day. I knew I had to wait until 24 hours after my last steroid injection so I planned to be home in time for dinner.

Tuesday, June 9th 

5am – I all but forced Justin to go to work this day. I was fine. I planned to do nothing but eat & sleep until I was discharged. I went back to sleep immediately after he left for work.

8am – I woke up feeling a little funny. A slight twinge in my side. I quickly scanned social media on my phone & took a look at the cafeteria menu before turning over for a little more sleep.

9am – Breakfast order placed. Contacted a few people to let them know I’d be going home later that day, as well as my boss to let her know I’d be in Wednesday afternoon & planned to work half days the rest of the week. The doctor said there was no reason I couldn’t go about normal activities so I figured I might as well work while I could!

9:15am – Tightening feeling in my belly as I got up to go to the bathroom and then, wouldn’t you know it, my water broke. They ran some tests to be certain it was amniotic fluid but they were really just a formality.

9:30am – My breakfast arrived but I was told I couldn’t eat it. I was being moved back to labor & delivery, and not knowing how things would progress, I wasn’t allowed to eat. Again. I called Justin to let him know what was going on, but told him not to rush, he could work until lunch & then head back to the hospital.

9:45am – Contractions really kicked in, far more intense than what I’d felt before. I secretly wished I’d told Justin to hurry up & get back to the hospital. I was going to need a hand to hold. Luckily he read my mind & called to let me know he was on his way already.

time gets a little fuzzy here but it all went a little something like this – Moved back to labor & delivery, contractions got wayyy more intense very quickly. I was “breathing through them”, rather than talking through them. Nurses kept saying “you’re going to have babies today!” and shit started getting real. At this point we decided it was probably a good idea to come to an agreement on a second boy name. We like to plan ahead, obviously.

Prior to this I was still really on the fence about an epidural. Doctors very strongly encourage one when you’re having multiples and intend to have a vaginal birth. Even under the best circumstances, birth of multiples can easily result in an emergency c-section so an epidural allows you to be that much more prepared should a c-section become necessary. It also allows the delivery doctor to do some not-so-pleasant things to get Twin B out, should it decide to flip once Twin A vacates their home. In my mind, the epidural was the lesser of two evils so I went with it. As luck would have it, my epidural took really well & it was smooth sailing from there. I 101% DO NOT REGRET the epidural.

Contractions progressed really quickly & I think I started pushing around 4pm. Justin & my mom were both there for support. They let me push in the labor & delivery room for awhile (it was about 45 minutes of pushing until Theo’s head started to appear) before wheeling me over to the operating room. Operating room is another precaution for birth of multiples. Luckily both babies remained in the head down position so we had the perfect scenario for a successful vaginal delivery. It seemed like just a handful of pushes before Theo made his debut. He was whisked away by the NICU team, who weighed him & checked him over. Justin got to be a part of all of this, while I remained on the operating table, waiting for Nolan to make his way down. They brought Theo in to meet me briefly before taking him down to NICU.

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There was a little downtime before I began pushing the second time around and it was during this time that I couldn’t stop thinking about how everything still felt so surreal! But reality struck when it was time to start pushing again and it wasn’t long before Nolan made his way out. Again, handed directly to the NICU team, who recognized some breathing issues & immediately rushed him to NICU. I didn’t get to meet him until a few hours later.

I was sent back to labor & delivery to recover/allow the epidural to wear off and all I could think about was being with my babies, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also thinking about FOOD! Since I knew they wouldn’t let me get out of bed for awhile (this is when that amazing epidural started to feel a little like my worst enemy), I ordered food, inhaled it, and contacted a bunch of family/friends via text to let them know THE BABIES ARE HERE! A couple hours later I was FINALLY allowed to go see my babies. I won’t lie. It was a little scary. I didn’t know much about their condition. I didn’t know what all of the tubes and wires and monitors meant. I hated that they were in isolettes (that’s a fancy NICU word for incubator) and I was afraid to touch them. But I knew in my heart they were exactly where they needed to be. I had high hopes that it would only be for a few days.


After thirty-four weeks, countless packages of Golden Oreos, far too many sleepless nights, and more Zantac than one person should ever consume, our precious babies were finally here!! And of course, they are worth every single bit of acid reflux, every single morning of desperately wanting to stay in bed because I had finally just fallen asleep, they are worth every single possible crappy moment that could have occurred during pregnancy. After the boys were born, while I was still in the operating room, I made the declaration “I’m ready to do that all over again!” And I meant it. I wouldn’t call my pregnancy a tough one by any means. It was uncomfortable at times, sure. But carrying around 10+ pounds of baby is far worse than delivering two 5ish pound babies. I swear. Some of the hospital staff mentioned that it was a “textbook twin delivery”, and for that I’m incredibly grateful.

Our hospital experience certainly doesn’t end there, as the boys spent three full weeks in the NICU but I write this with one boy fast asleep on my chest and the other nearby in his swing. Most days I still can’t believe they’re mine, nor can I believe the journey we’ve already been on.

Theo and Nolan will be one month old tomorrow and we may just have a little dance party to celebrate what a month it’s been!

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On June 9th, exactly seven months to the day I discovered I was pregnant, exactly 34 weeks gestational age, Theo John entered the world at 5:16pm. Twenty-six minutes later his brother, Nolan Burke, arrived.  

I am a mom.

I have two sons.

  
I also have a male fur child and a husband, which means I’m incredibly outnumbered now. 

I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I adore my boys. All of them. 

  
These two new ones though, they are already some of the coolest, sweetest, most precious human beings I’ve ever met. 

For now they’re taking up residency in the NICU until they can figure out how to eat on their own but one day soon enough we’ll all be home together and I can hang with all of my boys in one place. The idea of that day makes my heart feel all sorts of melty in ways I can’t even describe. ❤

 

WEEK 31

Apparently it’s been ten weeks since my last full fledged pregnancy update. Not that I’ve really been talking about anything else here, but for memory keeping’s sake, let’s get to an update!

Babies: Babies are said to be 3.3 pounds, or the size of four navel oranges, this week. I have a sneaking suspicion these babies weigh a bit more and I think it’s safe to say it feels like I’ve got eight navel oranges (constantly) moving around in there. Perhaps eight grapefruits is even more accurate. We’ll learn their weight at my ultrasound later this week.  Apparently they are starting to fatten up and fill out at this point too. I have no doubt that they are filling out juuuust fine. Did I tell you about my mom’s friend that was an 8 lb triplet? Eight. Pound. Triplet.

  
I’m feeling and seeing these babes move around constantly and it’s just so freaking cool. I often wonder what in the heck they are doing in there, and also wonder if they are communicating somehow. When they are quiet, I can’t help but think they’re already plotting against me somehow. Like, making plans for the terrible twos, or even worse, the terrible teens!

How am I feeling? Eh. I have my days. Mostly I feel grateful, lucky, hashtag blessed. But I’d be lying if I failed to mention that I also feel exhausted, uncomfortable, and incapable of ordinarily simple tasks at times. Every little thing that involves movement gets more difficult by the day. Getting out of bed. Putting on socks/shoes. Walking. Washing the dishes (belly really gets in the way). Doing laundry. You get the idea.

Happy or moody most of the time? It’s funny, looking back at my 21 week post, I mentioned feeling emotional. It definitely subsided for awhile but seems to be back again. I’ll be the first to admit I’m irritable and not always my usual chipper self. It’s not because I’m not completely and utterly excited for what is to come in our very near future, it’s just that growing babies is tough work. And sometimes it gets the best of me. Over the weekend I did some baking and got so excited about the idea of being in the kitchen with my littles someday, teaching them how to measure flour and keeping them happy with 1/4 of brown sugar like my mom always did for me when she baked.


Total weight gain: More than thirty pounds. I’m not sure exactly how much more and I’m not concerned. At my most recent prenatal visit my doctor told me I was “doing a great job”. At the appointment before that he said I should “watch the weight a bit”. At that same appointment he forgot there were two babies until I reminded him that he neglected to get a heartbeat for Baby B. As you can imagine, I was not happy. This past appointment was much better and he commented that my weight is well within the healthy range, based on my pre-pregnancy BMI and the fact that I’m carrying twins.

Maternity clothes? Pretty much exclusively so. With the exception of non-maternity maxi dresses purchased a size or two too big. I also accidentally discovered that fold-over yoga pants worn backwards and unfolded make for pretty great maternity comfies!

  
Sleep: Let’s not talk about it. It’s worth mentioning though, that it doesn’t seem to be my active babies that are keeping me up. I wake up due to acid reflux, mostly. But also because I have to pee. And also for reasons unbeknownst to me. I’m just. Awake. More often than not. But for the most part the babies are quiet during normal “sleep hours”. They move around a bit, but not enough to keep me up.

Miss anything? My ankle bones. Unlimited caffeine. Moving around quickly. BEER. 

Cravings: Ice cold drinks/anything slushy. Carbonation. Cereal -both with milk and by the handful right out of the box. Strawberries. Golden Oreos, always. I’ve also been on a little peanut butter kick as of late.

Stretch marks? Still none. Still knocking on wood.

Belly button? As I type, it’s neutral. Neither in, nor out. That said, I think it’s about to see what life is like as an outie aaaaany day now.

Wedding ring? I stopped wearing that long ago. Swapped it for a fake a few months ago. I wear it sometimes.

New items for babies? Tons of them. My baby shower was a few weeks ago, followed by a surprise shower my coworkers threw me. We’re nearly set on baby necessities, now it’s just a matter of getting everything organized.


Symptoms/sickness: Still acid reflux. Still minimal sleep. Swollen feet and ankles. The swelling is not only unattractive and inconvenient, it’s actually painful at times. In a tingly sense of the word. I’ve encountered a bit of Braxton Hicks contractions but they’ve been very sporadic. I have a major case of heavy belly and sometimes when I walk it feels as if they’re going to just fall out with every step.

Food aversions: None, really. I have been trying to avoid reflux “trigger” foods but that’s out of desperation, not because I don’t want them.

Random: My sweet, sweet parents drove 50+ miles to bring me a recliner last week. My mom battled heartburn and acid reflux for the last two months of her pregnancy with me so she slept in a recliner, which worked for her. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be working for me. It is another place to sit and elevate my feet after work though, and last night when I got out of it, I’m pretty sure I broke the chair. So that’s cool. #feelingthin 😉

Sunday marked my last day at my second job and even though the last few shifts were tough, I kind of miss it already. Oh, I didn’t tell you I’ve been a weekend warrior for the past few months? Yeah, apparently the financial fear that goes along with expecting twins makes you do crazy things like work 14 days straight until you’re 31 weeks pregnant with twins. Really, the money was completely worth it and it provided me with a social life that involved making money instead of spending it. A win win!

Weeks 27-30

In just a few days we’ll be at the start of week 31. I’d have to say that these past few weeks have had me really feeling more pregnant than ever before. This is my best synopsis of how things have been progressing and changing as of late.

Around week 27 things started getting a little more uncomfortable. Swelling of my feet and ankles has become more consistent, but not constant. It does seem to be worse when the weather is warmer. You know, so I can show off my sausage toes in sandals. Acid reflux continues to be a problem, more frequently and fiercely so. Every day tasks continue to get more difficult and it just seems like this rapidly growing belly of mine is really starting to get in the way. Of course I know most of these things will only intensify over time so I’ve been doing my best to take it all in stride and deal with things as they come, rather than dwelling on them. I mean, it’s pretty disappointing to have to wear boring flip-flops rather than cute buckled sandals, but the reality is that buckling those tiny ankle straps requires more stability and lung capacity than I have at this time so ankle-strapped buckle sandals are reserved for when I have someone here to help me get dressed.

The babies continue to grow equally and healthily so complaints about how I’ve been feeling during this time are honestly irrelevant. I know I could have it so much worse and would gladly take more pain/suffering/discomfort if that means the babies will be strong and healthy. That said, a night with more than a few hours of sleep probably wouldn’t be the worst thing for me or the babies. I had two or three nights of amazingly sound sleep in the midst of this three week period but other than that, you can pretty much count on my being awake from 2am-5am EVERY. DAMN. DAY.


What a difference two weeks makes, huh?
26 weeks on the left, 28 on the right.

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I’ve also noticed myself really slowing down during this time. I remember waking up one day after only one snooze of my alarm, getting ready for work without much distraction, yet being late to work. Normally this morning pattern would get me there 5-10 minutes early. I can attribute this only to the fact that I am simply not as fast or efficient these days. Bottom line, it takes me longer to get from point A to point B, whether I want to admit it or not. I’m finally allowing myself to slow down too, which was tough at first.

The babies REALLY started moving during the time frame. They’ve been active now for quite some time but it seems like they’ve just been constantly on the go for the past couple of weeks.

I attempted to paint my toenails to celebrate the warmer weather and my upcoming baby shower during week 28. I quickly realized this was a task I could no longer complete myself so I swapped my lunch break with a pedicure one Friday afternoon and it was by far more enjoyable than just about any lunch I’ve experienced. I hope to do this a couple more times before the babies arrive.

Overall I’ve been pretty surprised that my emotions haven’t been too overboard during much of this pregnancy. I’m a very emotional person normally so I figured those emotions would just be over the top and I’d be a wreck for nine months. Much to my surprise, that hasn’t been the case. However, I’ve been having a good cry or two over the past few weeks and in general I’ve been feeling pretty sappy. I’ll even admit that at times I feel a little sad. I know I have no reason for feeling this way but I think exhaustion is taking it’s toll and I get a little weepy from time to time. I’m just letting the tears flow rather than trying to keep them in. No need to bottle up that emotion, right?!

& Friday thoughts | 4.17.15

Let’s take the alliteration one step further and go with five fluffy items on this fantastic Friday.

1. I think, maybe, I have my acid reflux under control for real. Then again, I’ve said that before… I really tried to go the natural route and force chugging apple cider vinegar to work. And it did. For one night. And then I tried again for four consecutive nights, and it never worked again. So after about a week of pretty much no sleep at all, I tried Zantac. And it’s working. For now.

2.  Two baby cribs. That’s a thing. A real thing in our real house. Baby registries are a WONDERFUL thing and I’m so looking forward to the shower my mom & girlfriends are planning, however, waiting to decorate the room to see what items are gifted is pure torture.

 

–2.5 Last week I set up a blanket (actually a robe) on the floor of the nursery while I attempted to put together an exersaucer we got as an early gift. As previously mentioned, things are difficult to pick up these days so I left the robe on the floor & look who I found soaking up the sun in his future siblings’ room a day or two later?

  
3. A stranger knocked on our door last night. Normally I wouldn’t answer but the door was open with the screen door locked & he spotted me so I was kind of stuck. Turns out he was selling Dairy Queen coupons “for charity” and obviously I went for it. Eight FREE small Blizzards? Come on, even if we don’t use the other thirty-six coupons, we got our $20 worth in Blizzards alone. I practiced some major willpower by waiting until tonight to make a Blizzard run. You know, just to make sure they were legit.

4. DID YOU WATCH SCANDAL?!?! **spoiler alert** HOW could they kill off Jake Ballard??? I think I would’ve cried if I’d known it was real. I thought for sure they would find a way for him to not be dead but Scott Foley confirmed it today. 😦 

5. These letters are heartbreaking. To think that some children don’t even have pencils at home makes me want to cry. It’s so easy to take for granted the simple things in life!

Happy Weekending!!

a compilation of drafts

I just found four nearly finished draft posts in the archives here. You see, it’s not that I don’t want to post, it’s just that I start, get interrupted, and then start again with a new idea later. But today seemed like a good idea to finally get all those thoughts out there, and thus you have my favorite kind of post. One full of complete randomness, otherwise known as a look inside my brain. Cluttered, messy, disorganized, and 101% random.

From looking back at those old drafts it appears I wanted to tell you that sometimes old is better than new. Our dryer completely died on us last fall. It came with the house & was likely close to 15 years old, so it seemed logical to buy a new washer & dryer set rather than spend any time or money trying to fix the old dryer. Since the washer was perfectly fine, we moved that to the basement, figuring an extra washer wouldn’t be the worst thing. The new washer sucks. It is SO LOUD and nothing about having to wash clothes twice because they didn’t even get wet the first time around seems highly efficient to me. The worst part is that Fielder is absolutely terrified of the thing clunking around & rather than getting used to it, his fear intensified the longer we used it. After a few months of begging, pleading, & whining, I finally won the argument and the trusty “old” washer was brought up from the basement. We’re all much happier now. Our old washer & new dryer make an extraordinary pair!

  

I wanted to tell you that my baby sister got married a few weekends ago. She’s not really a baby or my actual sister but that didn’t stop me from feeling weepy & sentimental for the entire wedding weekend. It was gorgeous, it was fun, it was emotional at all the right times. It was truly everything a wedding should be!

  

Photo credit: SKC Photography

Have I ever mentioned that I’m the oldest of twelve cousins, the majority of which are girls? A couple couldn’t make it but it was so great to spend time with the rest of them! 

 

I wanted to tell you that even though I’m not drinking alcohol these days, I’m making fun, fancy mocktails so as not to get too bored with the usual water, sparkling water, half decaf iced coffee, & juice that I’m always drinking. Actually, I might still turn this into a post in & of itself but for now I’ll say that it’s been fun coming up with concoctions from time to time.

  

I wanted to tell you that while I had the best intentions of having a “fit” pregnancy, I’m not doing so hot in that category. Other than walks with the dog when weather permits & some squats whilst blow drying my hair, exercise is at a minimum. I get in a 20 minute circuit in our basement from time to time but nothing consistent. 

  

And this hadn’t made it to a draft yet but I also wanted to tell you that we’re rounding out week 24 of pregnancy & I’m still feeling pretty good overall. Acid reflux is my nemesis and I shall curse it’s name for the rest of my life, but all things considered, I’m feeling fine. –is that a song??- 

Usual, every day tasks are getting more & more difficult so I’m grateful that slip-on shoe season is here to stay (fingers crossed!) & accepting that I really have to watch my step because things are just going to stay on the floor sometimes. 

  

At our last ultrasound (23 weeks) the babies were measuring 1.8 & 1.9 pounds so by now we’ve got well over three pounds of baby in there. Just over the past few days they have really been making their presence known in the way of moving around so that not only do I feel it, but I can even see it from the outside. My coworker even caught a glimpse the other day!

We had rainy, stormy weather most of this week, which meant my furchild stayed as close as possible when things got the tiniest bit thundery. I took so many pictures of him snuggled up with his babies this week that if there were any doubt of my level infatuation with that fluff monster, that doubt would be all but diminished by scrolling through my camera roll. These three are going to be the best of friends!  

 

21 week update

Babies: Babies are supposedly the size of bananas this week. And since they were supposed to be the size of small cantaloupes last week, I’m guessing the banana size is in reference to their length. I’m more a fan of this baby size chart anyway but it doesn’t have a 21 week estimate.
How am I feeling? Overall, pretty good. I have my moments. Moments of exhaustion, moments of just not feeling like myself, and most recently, moments of wanting to cry about absolutely nothing. But in the grand scheme of things, I feel pretty great. I feel so lucky every single day, despite my constant fear, nervousness, and inability to believe that someday soon I will be a MOTHER TO TWINS. (!!!)
Happy or moody most of the time? I’d say happy for the most part, but like I said, I seem to have hit an emotional point in this journey over the weekend. I’m generally a very emotional person but up until this point it’s almost as if I’d been less emotional than normal. For instance, Justin’s grandmother passed away a few weeks ago. I’m normally a basket case at funerals but for some reason, I hardly shed a tear! This past weekend, however, I cried a few different times and once I started, I couldn’t stop. No apparent reason, and in my mind I knew the crying was totally irrational but I couldn’t do anything to stop it. The good news is the warm sunshine we experienced here today seems to have helped!
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Total weight gain: 
No clue. I get on the scale every four weeks at the doctor’s office and they never say a word about my weight. If they say something, then I’ll start to be concerned, but the way I see it is this is the one time in my life that I’m supposed to gain weight. I’m not using the “eating for three” excuse all the time but I eat when I’m hungry and I eat what I want and try to incorporate vegetables whenever I can. Bottom line is that there is way too much other stuff to worry about. Other stuff that’s way more important than a number on a scale. I’m having twins. I’m bound to get pretty large. And I’m probably not going to love the way I look. But growing humans trumps being skinny any day.
Maternity clothes? Yes, please. I went through my closet and dresser drawers over the weekend and pulled out all of my non-maternity clothing that either already doesn’t fit or seems as though it won’t for much longer. Currently those clothes are piled on the bed in our spare room, but I suppose I’ll get around to doing something with them soon. Maybe.
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I’ve purchased a few maternity pieces and have been loaned a few too. I’m mixing and matching pieces so as not to spend too much money on clothes that may not fit for long because it already seems like some maternity gear that fits me now may not fit towards the end of this pregnancy. Now that the weather is getting nicer I’m looking forward to wearing ALL  the maxi skirts ALL the time.
Sleep: Sleep has been okay, not great. I’ve always been a tummy sleeper, at least when falling asleep. And then at some point in the night, I usually flip over to my back. I normally sleep on my side from time to time too, but now that it’s recommended and suggested as the best for babies, I’m struggling with it. I usually have no problem falling asleep but I wake up with sore hips and want nothing more than to roll to my stomach. It’s been pretty customary for me to wake up between 2 and 3am the past few weeks. I’ve noticed that the babies tend to move around the most at this time but until today, it didn’t seem like they were actually waking me up. Today they had a big ol’ 21 week kickoff dance party, it would seem. Right around 4:30am. I kept trying to remind myself that I’ve been awake at that hour for far less exciting reasons.

Miss Anything? BEER!!


Cravings: Chips, cookies, pasta, potatoes, ice cream, candy, carbs/sugar in general.
Stretch marks? None so far, thank goodness. I am getting pretty veiny though. That’s weird. And I think I can already see my linea nigra darkening just a tad.
Belly button in or out? In. But it’s definitely becoming more flush with my belly and seeming like it’s only a matter of time before it’s more out than in.
Wedding ring on or off? On for now, but it’s getting harder to take off when I apply lotion. I’m definitely going to need to take it off for the duration sometime soon. I think that’s a good enough excuse to get a fun, temporary ring, right?
New Baby Items: I haven’t bought a thing. We’ve received a couple of handmade blankets, which I love, but I’ve resisted buying anything. It certainly helps to not know the sex. If I did know, I’d probably be buying totally unnecessary clothing items all the time!

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**I’ve decided to go into even more depth on these next few items since they have changed so much over the months and the experience seems worth mentioning if it helps someone else determine that the experience they’re going through may not be so strange after all.

Symptoms: Early on, I was exhausted all the time. I was getting 9-10 hours of sleep, yet felt drained all the time. The exhaustion led way to feeling constantly hungover. Hungover without any of the fun drinking. I felt like I could throw up all day long, but never actually did. That might seem like a good thing to some people, but without throwing up, you never get that sense of relief you get from actually vomiting. Brushing my teeth was absolute torture. I gagged and ran to the toilet nearly every time. On the very first day of my second trimester, I threw up for the first time. I threw up a couple of other times that same week but it was never anything too terrible. Headaches have been pretty persistent throughout my entire pregnancy. Like, debilitating, don’t-want-to-open-my-eyes, I-can-feel-my-heartbeat-pounding-in-my-head style headaches. Tylenol didn’t do a thing. Per my doctor’s recommendation, I’ve incorporated a serving of caffeine into my daily diet and this is currently helping to keep the headaches at bay. Yes, caffeine. Follow your own doctor’s advice, but mine believes that one to two servings of caffeine each day is perfectly fine. 200mg of caffeine seems to be the general recommended maximum so my goal is to keep it at 100mg or less and that works for me. Acid reflux settled in a month or so ago and it’s been a real bi-atch. I attempted to resolve this issue with Tums, Rolaids, and other chalky goodness (remember this random mention of Tums?) but when that didn’t work I had to bring in the big dogs in the form of Pepcid (again, okayed by my doctor) and I’m finally getting some relief. Thaaaaank goodness. Acid reflux is absolutely no joke. It woke me up in the middle of the night. It made me afraid to eat anything and everything, even though eliminating the “trigger foods” didn’t make things any better at all. I’ve also been dealing with congestion, which seems like a weird pregnancy symptom but apparently it’s a thing. And since I have no known allergies, nor have I ever really felt like I have any other cold/flu symptoms, I guess I have to attribute it to the swelling of the mucous membranes in my nose due to the high amounts of estrogen coursing through my body. What?! Pregnancy is so weird! I think that brings us current with my symptoms and while it seems like that was a long list of symptoms, they’ve all been pretty tolerable. Everyone keeps telling me that pregnancy symptoms and sickness are supposed to be so much worse with multiples but for the most part everything I’ve experience seems pretty minor in relation to all of the crazy things that are happening in my body.

Food Aversions: I’m able to eat just about anything now but it was rough going for awhile. Even just the thought of a cooked vegetable made me want vomit. Chicken turned my stomach. At one point I had to dump out an entire tub of Sabra Roasted Pine Nut Hummus after spitting out the carrot I had dipped it in because I simply could not stomach it. I replaced the lid on the container, put it in the refrigerator but swore that I could still smell it. I had to dump the entire container down the drain, gagging the whole time. This week I was finally able to get back on the hummus train. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to handle the roasted pine nut again, which is a real shame because it used to be my favorite, but honestly just looking at the photo of it on the website makes me feel a little ishy. The smell of coffee was absolutely disgusting to me for awhile. Luckily my office mate drinks iced coffee, which doesn’t put off as much of a smell as hot coffee but I had to plug my nose whenever I walked past the Keurig at work. Lots of other foods grossed me out too but I can’t even recall most of them now.

Food Cravings: At first I craved everything I couldn’t have. RUNNY EGGS, lunch meat sandwiches, spicy tuna rolls, BEER. But I eventually got over that and moved on to wanting pretty much only white foods. Ramen noodles, potatoes in every form (fried, mashed, roasted, all preferably dipped in mayonnaise), cereal, lots of dairy. The desire for starchy, carby goodness hasn’t waned but I’m really excited about my ability and desire to eat vegetables again. I could probably eat cheesy potatoes with Brussels sprouts for dinner every night.

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