Belly Pics 28 weeks

Wow, the pregnancy is going by fast!  At my appointment last week, I was reminded to come in in two weeks - eek!  That means I'm getting toward the end of this!  Also, I passed my 1 hour gestational diabetes test  - barely, one more point and I'd have failed, but passing, even with a D-, is passing.  I'll take it.

Baby Nameless Boy Three is doing well, I'm measuring on track, his heartbeat sounds good, my blood pressure is good, and he's moving like crazy.  My status on Facebook last night was about how he's a kickboxer!  He must have worn himself out kicking me from the inside out, because he's been slightly subdued since late last night.  He's still moving, just a little less, making me a little more comfortable.  Or less uncomfortable, which sounds more accurate.

Last Saturday, my wonderful mother in law watched the boys so we could have an early Valentine's Day Date.  Since I was dressed and make-upped, we took a Week 28 picture.  Also, so this kid knows I really do care, despite NOT taking bi-weekly belly pics like I did with the twins!

28 Weeks with Baby Boy Three

28 Weeks with M and N

Hm, I swear I was bigger back then (never mind I never lost all my twin baby weight).  I surely FEEL smaller this time around! Or maybe just less pregnant.

Anyhow, that's the update!  To be truthful, we are narrowing the name selection down to just a few, so he'll have a name, even if we have to write down our list and pull one out of a hat! 

Also, I need to make a correction to today's previous ipad post: I graduated MAGNA cum laude, not summa cum laude.  Thanks for keeping me humble, Hubs.

Bonus Pic: here's N choosing his very first Poopy Prize Jar Prize: it was a dum-dum.  He wised up the next time and pulled out a ring pop (yuck).

ALWAYS with the hood.  He's wearing it again today!

A Chat With My Pregnant Self

If you could go back in time (think: Marty McFly) and have a chat with your pregnant self, what would you say? 





Dear Pregnant Self,

You are, unbelievably, going to have twin boys.  Quit reading pregnancy books that describe, in detail, all of the horrific things that can go wrong in pregnancy - and especially don't read about multiple pregnancy complications.  None of that will happen to you except a little gestational diabetes - which will be managed not by insulin injections but by your diet.  Praise the Lord for your years of Weight Watchers training - you'll be able to count carbs like the best of 'em and will consume approximately 13 lbs. of cottage cheese and goldfish crackers in just 2 months' time!

You will gain weight - but you have to.  Your boys will be born at 35weeks, 3 days, so gain as much as you can!  Don't worry about the weight - most of it will come off and only a little will still be there when you type this letter to yourself 9 months later.  None of that matters because the boys will be healthy and you can take care of the weight later.

 

May 23

Yes, I said they're coming early.  Your doctor isn't going to put yourself on strict bedrest, but you need to take it easy.  And by easy, I mean, easier than you will, even though you think you're a sloth.  You will never, never, NEVER, be able to lay around like this again.  Because once they come - whoa, Nellie!  Take comfort in the fact that your water will break on Memorial Day at 5:30 am, your doctor will be on call and deliver the boys via C-section at 9:30am.

 May 25

You won't go through a painful labor, but recovery is going to be - um.... really, REALLY bad.  They'll be in the NICU for 7 and 10 days, which will seem like eternity, but just keep telling yourself how fortunate you are to have the biggest and healthiest babies there - because you do.

And get over the C-section thing NOW - you think that it's so honorable to deliver them vaginally - whatever.  What's honorable is carrying TWINS to a healthy delivery date.  Remember the safety of you and the babes overrides any of your silly hopes and dreams to push them out.  Wrap your brain around the fact that your children will be born HEALTHY and WHOLE and that when it's all over, you'll be a mom and Steve will be a dad, and isn't that what you want? And you'll have the battle scar to prove it.

I know you want to breastfeed, so go for it.  It's going to hurt and you're going to cuss like a sailor, scaring yourself, your husband, your mom, and the babes, while your poor breasts are going through breastfeeding boot camp. Just don't beat yourself up so much.  It will work because you're so stinkin' determined to do it, but geez, can you just relax?

Your sons will be healthy and perfect.  They'll smile, coo, laugh, roll over, scootch, army-crawl (I doubt they'll crawl like normal babes at this point), babble, and say "Da," first.  They'll meet every baby "milestone" you read about - no developmental delays for having been preemies.

 

9 months later

The best part will be, like today, when you go into their bedroom after their nap, they will laugh and smile and squeal with delight because you're they're mommy, coming to rescue them.  You'll be a good mom, so relax and take it easy.  And eat as much ice cream as you can before you're diagnosed with diabetes!

Much Love,
Me