We made to to 35 weeks and 5 days and I am sooooo ready to have these babies!
This week has been productive in that we finally have all our ducks in a row. Oops, except tapes for the video camera. Have to do that tomorrow.
But other than that we're doing pretty good! We picked up the shelf extender for the kid's closet and now we essentially have two bars to hang clothes on so our daughter can reach all her hanging clothes on the bottom row and the boys can have the entire top rack for all their clothes.
Thanks to our little ones' rockin' godmama we now have a pack n play with twin bassinets to set up in our room so the boys are close the first couple months or so. Thanks to Nanna we also have the twin deluxe nursing pillow so we can hopefully start finding our rhythm as soon as they arrive and get some good eating habits established.
I have been utterly exhausted this week, and finally sleeping soundly at night. It is probably yet another growth spurt for these boys whom I realized should be weighing in around 6 lbs or just above at this point.
I generally don't need to do kick counts because with two in there they are very active. But nonetheless, I lay down after lunch each day and I rest my hand on my tummy and count away before flipping and counting again. I laid down as usual on Wednesday and had my ten within a couple minutes from Baby A. I flipped over on my left side and rested my hand on my tummy ready to count Baby B's activity.
I waited. And waited. And waited. Not only was I not getting my ten, the kid wasn't moving. I poked him a bit expecting to get the usual "MOM!" nudge back for disturbing him. Nothing.
I found his little noggin and pushed on it, which usually causes him to move in a big way. Who doesn't hate somebody poking them in the head.
Nothing.
I called my husband and asked him if I was being paranoid. He assured me that I had just eaten a large lunch and that the time window for counting the 10 kicks was 2 hours not 10 minutes. He said to give him some time and if he still didn't move in the next hour to call my doctor if I'm really worried.
At this point I was torn. I live 45 minutes from the hospital, in good traffic. Did I mention the hospital is in downtown L.A.? And my husband works 45 minutes from home, in good traffic. Again...L.A. people.
So if I call my doctor and he says, if you're worried come on it and we'll check things out, only to go through what it will take to get us all the way in to the doctor and be told he's fine. Go home and rest. I'm going to feel so guilty. I swear, if we lived down the street from the doctor/hospital I would be waddling over at least once a week just to have them check and tell me everything is ok.
So I called my sister and talked to her while I waited for him to move. Sure enough, about half an hour later 'sleeping beauty' began to stir. I could have cried I was so relieved. It may sound silly, but when all was said and done what I got out of it was at least I know Baby B is a heavy sleeper. That may come in handy once he arrives with a toddler in the house. LOL.
So here we are, two days away from our next checkup and last night I couldn't sleep and was perusing CNN.com and there I see "Celine Dion gives birth to twins". I'm not one to follow celebrities, but since Celine Dion announced that she was pregnant with twin boys around the time I announced I was pregnant with twin boys, and since she was checked into the hospital last week because her doctors were hoping to put off her delivery until the first week of November when she would be 37 weeks, which is exactly when I will be 37 weeks, I have kept up with news of her pregnancy.
Although I am happy her babies arrived safely, I was torn at the news. Part of me was jealous that she got to have her babies already and mine are still baking, but the rest of me couldn't help but think that her babies arrived around 5 to 5 1/2 lbs each and mine are probably tracking closer to 6lbs at this point. Which means that even if I only make it to the 37 weeks her doctor was trying to get her to, my babies would be bigger and hopefully not have to spend any time in the NICU, which hopefully her boys didn't have to do either.
So Tuesday is now my focus. I am so ready to have these babies that I could cry. My husband, the actor, is finishing the run of his current show tonight, which means I don't have to worry about going into labor while he's on stage in the next town. I have my next appointment on Tuesday and I'm seriously hoping to hear that we'll be delivering sooner rather than later.
I have a 9am non-stress test where they will monitor the boys heart rates and check the levels of amniotic fluid in the sacs, then at 10am I have my 36 week ultrasound where they will again verify the levels of fluid and measure everything to make sure their growth is on track and let us know about what they are weighing. Then I go to my regular OB appointment where they will check my blood pressure, for protein in my urine and then check my cervix and tell me if anything has changed. As of my last appointment I was at 0cm and 50% effaced.
I can't help but hope that between the three something will indicate it's time to have babies! The only drawback to not waiting until the 8th, which let's face it at two weeks away feels like an eternity, is that my father will not be here yet.
But the good news is that if the date gets moved up to sooner, but still gives us a couple days before their arrival he will have time to get here with that much warning.
So here we are, getting there. I'm exhausted and all I want to do is sleep until it's time to give birth, which I'm hoping is my body's way of preparing for labor soon.
I'll probably be back on here Tuesday or Wednesday with the latest update! Fingers crossed for good news and here's hoping in the meantime I don't make up for all the crying fits I didn't have this pregnancy and just cry until it's time to deliver because I am so done with being pregnant.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
34 weeks and counting...
Okay, so as I'm writing this I'm 34 weeks and five days.
Here's what you've missed since my last entry.
I continued to have random contractions here and there over the next few days and by the night before my next check up I was convinced that my doctor was going to check me and tell me I was in labor.
So while my DH was in the shower I climbed out of bed, after laying down most of the day feeling exhausted and stressed all day, and I packed a bag for my daughter so when the time comes she is ready to go with her godmama for a special girl's sleepover while the babies are being born. Then I packed a bag for the boys, which sounds simple, but turns out it's not.
I don't want Pampers on my babies and I know that is what the hospitals supply because they are popular and I'm sure there is some deal they made with the hospitals. But, they are not for me. So not only did I need to make sure I had at least one full package of the Earth's Best organic diapers I bought in the bag, but as I was going through their closet I realized I would probably want the swaddles, and not just one each but most likely two each so we had a backup. So all four swaddles went into the bag. Then I realized we lost the cute hat they gave her at the hospital and the boys would need extras so I grabbed three hats each. Then I thought about socks and how cold my feet get at the hospital so I packed at least two pairs of socks for each boy. When I went to get the socks, I saw the cute Pooh Bear booties they each have a pair of that match the hats I'd already packed, so into the bag those went.
As for clothes I knew that with their little umbilical cords healing t-shirts would be best under their swaddles, so I grabbed 2-3 of those for each boy. And two onesies. And two once piece outfits that zip or snap up so they would be comfortable.
I understand they are only probably going to be there for 2-4 days, but I wanted to make sure we had what we needed. So there, by the time I finished packing all of that and I'm sure a few more things into their diaper bag I was out of energy.
My bag would have to wait until the next morning when I could pack it before we headed to our afternoon appointment.
The morning didn't go like I planned and we were rushing to get out the door when I realized I had done too much when we were running errands that morning (translation: running my poor husband ragged making sure we had new toothbrushes and I had a loofa to pack for the hospital and my daughter had an extra toothpaste for her bag, you get the idea...) and now I was having trouble catching my breath. I had huffed my way up the steps to our apartment and was now wiped. I sat in the rocker to catch my breath and growled something about "fine, I just won't bring a bag for me!"
At which point my husband turned to me and told me he would pack it because if he didn't and we did wind up in labor I'd spend half my time upset that I didn't pack my bag. I love that man, he knows me too well. Did I mention I still don't know how he puts up with me. (Needless to say when our anniversary comes up in the Spring I'm stealing him away for a weekend just the two of us to try to make some of all this craziness that happens when I'm pregnant up to him ;-) )
So I caught my breath as I called out everything on the short list I had made, but not packed and he went all over our small apartment gathering up the things I felt I would need. A fluffy towel for a shower after the boys are born, since everybody says the ones at the hospital are small and rough, a pair of swim trunks for him in case I want to labor in the shower so he can join me, my very own pillow so I can be comfortable. You know, all the things I just HAD to have.
Halfway to the hospital of course I realize that the one thing I probably needed out of all my craziness, my special twins nursing pillow, was sitting by the changing table at home. Oh well. Sigh.
So we drop our daughter off with a friend almost an hour later than planned, head to the doctor feeling grateful his office called that morning to push our appt. back half an hour, and made our way through L.A. traffic all the while very aware that at least if the doctor admitted us we were just over 34 weeks and we wouldn't have to worry about getting through L.A. traffic with me in labor.
I was having what felt like contractions, Braxton or not, all morning so I pulled out my phone and when I felt the pressure and slight pain I looked at my clock. Whatever I was feeling was happening about every ten minutes on the way to the doctor. I was even more grateful my hubbie had packed my bag now.
I got to my appointment and we went right up, I even drank enough water that morning that it wasn't a challenge giving my urine sample. I thought for sure he would find that something in my pee indicated labor. Oh, and can I just say for anybody who has ever given a urine sample and not had to do it eight months pregnant consider yourself lucky. It's hard enough peeing in a cup when you can see it, but when your stomach is so big that you just have to 'hope' you make it in the cup and don't waste your entire 'sample' it's a whole different world. I felt like I chased that small stream trying to make sure I didn't miss and was so proud of the small sample I got together. Of course, I got it all over the cup, which then dripped on my pants as I put the lid back on the container.
I pulled up my pants and noticed two distinct wet marks and couldn't help but laugh to myself that now I knew how it felt to be a guy who forgot the follow up jiggle.
Oh well. On we went.
My name was called shortly after and it was the same nurse as the week before. She asked how I was doing and I told her I was exhausted and that I didn't know if I was having contractions but whatever I was feeling was about ten minutes apart on the way to the office.
Uh-oh, she said and weighed me in. I weighed in at a mere 168 1/2 lbs. Which I realized was almost exactly 50 lbs more than I weighed when I got pregnant with my daughter almost four years ago. Yikes. That is a lot of weight on this little frame.
The doctor came in and asked how I was and what questions I had. He said my blood pressure was good and things looked fine. When I mentioned the contractions I'd been feeling he said, he'd check but not to worry. It was too early to be anything too serious and that I would know when they were the real deal.
He checked me and told me, "You're fine. Cervix is still closed, 50% effaced. See you in two weeks."
Now that I knew I wasn't in labor I had no other questions. He laughed and told me to relax. Then he and the nurse left and I looked at my hubbie and wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. He was as relieved as I was and I'd nearly driven us both insane over the previous three or four hours.
Whew.
We grabbed a quick nibble in the cafe downstairs and headed down the way to the hospital for our tour of the maternity ward. By the time we parked and found the right spot we had just missed the start of the tour. We played a five minutes game of "they went that way!" with the nurses in the maternity ward as they one by one helped us chase down the tour.
We caught up at the first stop on the tour and found ourselves in one of the labor and delivery rooms. The tour went well, our questions were mostly answered. I was a little disappointed with a few of the answers, but I understood why at least those policies were in place. Since I'm delivering twins I'll be laboring in a labor room but delivering in an OR in case an emergency c-section is needed. I knew that, but was disappointed to find that I wouldn't be allowed to labor in the jacuzzi tub because they wouldn't be able to monitor the babies in the water. I had really been looking forward to using the warm water and jets to manage the pain of labor at least a little bit.
Our tour brought us by the nursery where it turned out there were four babies at the time. We stepped up to the window and got to peek at the little bundles. I was amazed at how small they seemed. Then I heard someone say the word twins. A couple family members were gathered around the next window getting their first look at twin baby girls that had just arrived in the last couple hours. My hubbie and I waited, almost patiently, and then peeked over their shoulders through the window and the most beautiful, tiny baby girl. We looked at each other and almost teared up with excitement. We knew that in a short time we would have two little bundles about that size of our very own, to count the toes and hold the hands of our little boys.
I think that is the moment when the idea of being pregnant with twins became the reality for us of babies coming our way. It was a beautiful moment to share with my Love.
We came home, unpacked all the hastily packed bags from the car and set them aside to repack correctly over the coming weekend once laundry was done and we had more selections for packing the bags for real.
A quick trip to the consignment shop left us feeling even more prepared as we stocked up our daughter on some jeans since Fall seems to have finally arrived in California and the child was coming out of the 2T pants she had. Now she has some comfy 3Ts that fit her little waist perfect! No more plumber bum for our little girl. LOL.
Not to mention I found cute matching (similar but different) outfits to pack in the boys' bag for the hospital and an additional Halo Sleep Swaddle which I picked up for $5.99. Which rocks, since we paid about $20 each for our other swaddles. Now the boys each have two and we have a fifth swaddle sleepsack in reserve. Such a good feeling.
Now the weekend has come to an end, the laundry is nearly done and I spent a good half hour tonight during dinner playing the "Am I In Labor?" game once again as Baby A stretched himself until he had what I think was his shoulder wedged into a nerve around my left hip and his feet buried painfully into my ribs, to the point that he was hitting a nerve in my ribs causing a back spasm. I couldn't wait to finish my food and come home so I could lay down and hopefully get him off the nerve so I could find out whether the pain I was feeling was baby or labor.
Luckily, once I got off my feet and stretched out, he moved and the pain is gone. No labor tonight. Which is good because I didn't really want to have a baby tonight. I'm still hoping for November.
As October creeps closer to Halloween and November approaches I will sit back and reflect on how I really feel about being induced on Nov. 8th.
For now, I'm just glad to have an end date in mind. As much as I want these two to bake more, I'm having a lot of trouble with the toll it is taking on this poor body. I am thankful that I have not had to deal with gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia or swelling, but at the same time, there just isn't room in there anymore for two babies as big and strong and healthy as mine.
Here's what you've missed since my last entry.
I continued to have random contractions here and there over the next few days and by the night before my next check up I was convinced that my doctor was going to check me and tell me I was in labor.
So while my DH was in the shower I climbed out of bed, after laying down most of the day feeling exhausted and stressed all day, and I packed a bag for my daughter so when the time comes she is ready to go with her godmama for a special girl's sleepover while the babies are being born. Then I packed a bag for the boys, which sounds simple, but turns out it's not.
I don't want Pampers on my babies and I know that is what the hospitals supply because they are popular and I'm sure there is some deal they made with the hospitals. But, they are not for me. So not only did I need to make sure I had at least one full package of the Earth's Best organic diapers I bought in the bag, but as I was going through their closet I realized I would probably want the swaddles, and not just one each but most likely two each so we had a backup. So all four swaddles went into the bag. Then I realized we lost the cute hat they gave her at the hospital and the boys would need extras so I grabbed three hats each. Then I thought about socks and how cold my feet get at the hospital so I packed at least two pairs of socks for each boy. When I went to get the socks, I saw the cute Pooh Bear booties they each have a pair of that match the hats I'd already packed, so into the bag those went.
As for clothes I knew that with their little umbilical cords healing t-shirts would be best under their swaddles, so I grabbed 2-3 of those for each boy. And two onesies. And two once piece outfits that zip or snap up so they would be comfortable.
I understand they are only probably going to be there for 2-4 days, but I wanted to make sure we had what we needed. So there, by the time I finished packing all of that and I'm sure a few more things into their diaper bag I was out of energy.
My bag would have to wait until the next morning when I could pack it before we headed to our afternoon appointment.
The morning didn't go like I planned and we were rushing to get out the door when I realized I had done too much when we were running errands that morning (translation: running my poor husband ragged making sure we had new toothbrushes and I had a loofa to pack for the hospital and my daughter had an extra toothpaste for her bag, you get the idea...) and now I was having trouble catching my breath. I had huffed my way up the steps to our apartment and was now wiped. I sat in the rocker to catch my breath and growled something about "fine, I just won't bring a bag for me!"
At which point my husband turned to me and told me he would pack it because if he didn't and we did wind up in labor I'd spend half my time upset that I didn't pack my bag. I love that man, he knows me too well. Did I mention I still don't know how he puts up with me. (Needless to say when our anniversary comes up in the Spring I'm stealing him away for a weekend just the two of us to try to make some of all this craziness that happens when I'm pregnant up to him ;-) )
So I caught my breath as I called out everything on the short list I had made, but not packed and he went all over our small apartment gathering up the things I felt I would need. A fluffy towel for a shower after the boys are born, since everybody says the ones at the hospital are small and rough, a pair of swim trunks for him in case I want to labor in the shower so he can join me, my very own pillow so I can be comfortable. You know, all the things I just HAD to have.
Halfway to the hospital of course I realize that the one thing I probably needed out of all my craziness, my special twins nursing pillow, was sitting by the changing table at home. Oh well. Sigh.
So we drop our daughter off with a friend almost an hour later than planned, head to the doctor feeling grateful his office called that morning to push our appt. back half an hour, and made our way through L.A. traffic all the while very aware that at least if the doctor admitted us we were just over 34 weeks and we wouldn't have to worry about getting through L.A. traffic with me in labor.
I was having what felt like contractions, Braxton or not, all morning so I pulled out my phone and when I felt the pressure and slight pain I looked at my clock. Whatever I was feeling was happening about every ten minutes on the way to the doctor. I was even more grateful my hubbie had packed my bag now.
I got to my appointment and we went right up, I even drank enough water that morning that it wasn't a challenge giving my urine sample. I thought for sure he would find that something in my pee indicated labor. Oh, and can I just say for anybody who has ever given a urine sample and not had to do it eight months pregnant consider yourself lucky. It's hard enough peeing in a cup when you can see it, but when your stomach is so big that you just have to 'hope' you make it in the cup and don't waste your entire 'sample' it's a whole different world. I felt like I chased that small stream trying to make sure I didn't miss and was so proud of the small sample I got together. Of course, I got it all over the cup, which then dripped on my pants as I put the lid back on the container.
I pulled up my pants and noticed two distinct wet marks and couldn't help but laugh to myself that now I knew how it felt to be a guy who forgot the follow up jiggle.
Oh well. On we went.
My name was called shortly after and it was the same nurse as the week before. She asked how I was doing and I told her I was exhausted and that I didn't know if I was having contractions but whatever I was feeling was about ten minutes apart on the way to the office.
Uh-oh, she said and weighed me in. I weighed in at a mere 168 1/2 lbs. Which I realized was almost exactly 50 lbs more than I weighed when I got pregnant with my daughter almost four years ago. Yikes. That is a lot of weight on this little frame.
The doctor came in and asked how I was and what questions I had. He said my blood pressure was good and things looked fine. When I mentioned the contractions I'd been feeling he said, he'd check but not to worry. It was too early to be anything too serious and that I would know when they were the real deal.
He checked me and told me, "You're fine. Cervix is still closed, 50% effaced. See you in two weeks."
Now that I knew I wasn't in labor I had no other questions. He laughed and told me to relax. Then he and the nurse left and I looked at my hubbie and wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. He was as relieved as I was and I'd nearly driven us both insane over the previous three or four hours.
Whew.
We grabbed a quick nibble in the cafe downstairs and headed down the way to the hospital for our tour of the maternity ward. By the time we parked and found the right spot we had just missed the start of the tour. We played a five minutes game of "they went that way!" with the nurses in the maternity ward as they one by one helped us chase down the tour.
We caught up at the first stop on the tour and found ourselves in one of the labor and delivery rooms. The tour went well, our questions were mostly answered. I was a little disappointed with a few of the answers, but I understood why at least those policies were in place. Since I'm delivering twins I'll be laboring in a labor room but delivering in an OR in case an emergency c-section is needed. I knew that, but was disappointed to find that I wouldn't be allowed to labor in the jacuzzi tub because they wouldn't be able to monitor the babies in the water. I had really been looking forward to using the warm water and jets to manage the pain of labor at least a little bit.
Our tour brought us by the nursery where it turned out there were four babies at the time. We stepped up to the window and got to peek at the little bundles. I was amazed at how small they seemed. Then I heard someone say the word twins. A couple family members were gathered around the next window getting their first look at twin baby girls that had just arrived in the last couple hours. My hubbie and I waited, almost patiently, and then peeked over their shoulders through the window and the most beautiful, tiny baby girl. We looked at each other and almost teared up with excitement. We knew that in a short time we would have two little bundles about that size of our very own, to count the toes and hold the hands of our little boys.
I think that is the moment when the idea of being pregnant with twins became the reality for us of babies coming our way. It was a beautiful moment to share with my Love.
We came home, unpacked all the hastily packed bags from the car and set them aside to repack correctly over the coming weekend once laundry was done and we had more selections for packing the bags for real.
A quick trip to the consignment shop left us feeling even more prepared as we stocked up our daughter on some jeans since Fall seems to have finally arrived in California and the child was coming out of the 2T pants she had. Now she has some comfy 3Ts that fit her little waist perfect! No more plumber bum for our little girl. LOL.
Not to mention I found cute matching (similar but different) outfits to pack in the boys' bag for the hospital and an additional Halo Sleep Swaddle which I picked up for $5.99. Which rocks, since we paid about $20 each for our other swaddles. Now the boys each have two and we have a fifth swaddle sleepsack in reserve. Such a good feeling.
Now the weekend has come to an end, the laundry is nearly done and I spent a good half hour tonight during dinner playing the "Am I In Labor?" game once again as Baby A stretched himself until he had what I think was his shoulder wedged into a nerve around my left hip and his feet buried painfully into my ribs, to the point that he was hitting a nerve in my ribs causing a back spasm. I couldn't wait to finish my food and come home so I could lay down and hopefully get him off the nerve so I could find out whether the pain I was feeling was baby or labor.
Luckily, once I got off my feet and stretched out, he moved and the pain is gone. No labor tonight. Which is good because I didn't really want to have a baby tonight. I'm still hoping for November.
As October creeps closer to Halloween and November approaches I will sit back and reflect on how I really feel about being induced on Nov. 8th.
For now, I'm just glad to have an end date in mind. As much as I want these two to bake more, I'm having a lot of trouble with the toll it is taking on this poor body. I am thankful that I have not had to deal with gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia or swelling, but at the same time, there just isn't room in there anymore for two babies as big and strong and healthy as mine.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
33 weeks and counting!
Here we are, at 33 weeks and two days!
Not much to report. No doctor appointments or ultrasounds this week. Just a usual week of being pregnant. Whatever that means.
Well for me, here's what that means.
That means that yesterday morning I ate breakfast and then slept from 10:30am to 2:30pm while my daughter snuggled in bed with me and watched Scooby Doo on my laptop. Then last night I spent half and hour crying just because, before getting up, making dinner and taking a shower so I felt human again.
Then this morning I woke up after a really hard, good night's sleep where unlike every other night before it I only woke up twice instead of every hour on the hour to pee. Sure it probably means I'm a little dehydrated, but let me tell you I needed the sleep. So I woke up at nearly nine this morning and as I lay there waking up I got my first 'in bed' contraction.
I've had braxton hicks that once I lay down in bed go away, but this time I had them before I even left bed. I had one and thought that was weird. Then after what felt like just a couple minutes I felt another one.
I was in the middle of a third in about 10-15 minutes when my Hubbie came in to see if I was awake. I told him what I thought was going on and he laid down next to me and we stared at each other for the next fifteen minutes waiting to see if it would happen again.
Nothing happened, but we shared a nervous chuckle when we decided we'd waited long enough and whatever it was had passed.
As per the beginning of this blog, I am only 33 weeks. It's just not time. We still have about 4 1/2 weeks until our scheduled induction and we'd really like the boys to stay in at least until November.
Also, living here in the Los Angeles are has meant temperatures in the triple digits only a matter of a couple weeks ago and I'm happy to say this morning that instead of my usual bra and undies, just to keep from overheating, I am happily snuggled into jeans and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt even this morning due to the fact that when I got up it was a wonderful 65 degrees in our apartment.
Fall feels like it has arrived. Finally!
So here we are, next week we have our next doctor's appointment, just a check up, followed by our tour of the maternity ward. I know, I know, we were supposed to do that in the 7th month not the 9th month, but at this point I'm just hoping our first look at the maternity ward isn't for our delivery.
Stay in there boys! It's not time yet.
Not much to report. No doctor appointments or ultrasounds this week. Just a usual week of being pregnant. Whatever that means.
Well for me, here's what that means.
That means that yesterday morning I ate breakfast and then slept from 10:30am to 2:30pm while my daughter snuggled in bed with me and watched Scooby Doo on my laptop. Then last night I spent half and hour crying just because, before getting up, making dinner and taking a shower so I felt human again.
Then this morning I woke up after a really hard, good night's sleep where unlike every other night before it I only woke up twice instead of every hour on the hour to pee. Sure it probably means I'm a little dehydrated, but let me tell you I needed the sleep. So I woke up at nearly nine this morning and as I lay there waking up I got my first 'in bed' contraction.
I've had braxton hicks that once I lay down in bed go away, but this time I had them before I even left bed. I had one and thought that was weird. Then after what felt like just a couple minutes I felt another one.
I was in the middle of a third in about 10-15 minutes when my Hubbie came in to see if I was awake. I told him what I thought was going on and he laid down next to me and we stared at each other for the next fifteen minutes waiting to see if it would happen again.
Nothing happened, but we shared a nervous chuckle when we decided we'd waited long enough and whatever it was had passed.
As per the beginning of this blog, I am only 33 weeks. It's just not time. We still have about 4 1/2 weeks until our scheduled induction and we'd really like the boys to stay in at least until November.
Also, living here in the Los Angeles are has meant temperatures in the triple digits only a matter of a couple weeks ago and I'm happy to say this morning that instead of my usual bra and undies, just to keep from overheating, I am happily snuggled into jeans and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt even this morning due to the fact that when I got up it was a wonderful 65 degrees in our apartment.
Fall feels like it has arrived. Finally!
So here we are, next week we have our next doctor's appointment, just a check up, followed by our tour of the maternity ward. I know, I know, we were supposed to do that in the 7th month not the 9th month, but at this point I'm just hoping our first look at the maternity ward isn't for our delivery.
Stay in there boys! It's not time yet.
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