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November 5, 2009

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24 Week Ultrasound and Perinatologist

Wow. I can’t believe I’m at 24 weeks. That’s a big one in baby land as it’s “viability week” meaning that IF the babies had to be delivered today they would have a 50% chance of survival. I am so thankful that I have no worries these babies are coming out this week, but I do feel like I’ve cleared a major hurdle.
What’s even crazier is knowing that since twin pregnancies come early, and the average is 34-36 weeks, that we could have babies in our house in (GULP) 10 weeks!! That is some crazy shit to think about.
Every morning I talk to them and tell them they are just fine in my tummy and to hold tight, we still have a long time to bake. Don’t come early babies! We want you as full term as possible even if I’m moaning at the end “get them out of me”!

Some of you may remember that I had a bad experience with my OB concerning my weight gain and the fact they weren’t really treating my pregnancy any different than a singleton. I did find a perinatologist soon afterwards and I have been twice now. This practice takes a much more active approach to the twin pregnancy concerns and I’ve been very happy. The ultrasounds and doctor’s offices are in the same building, so I only have to go to one place to get everything done which is great even if it does mean for a long stretch of time. There is more ‘waiting’ time here, but everyone is super nice and really knowledgeable. I go every two weeks, because they really want to keep a close eye on me. Oh, and they thought my weight gain was right on track.

Here are some stats:

20 weeks, 4 days
cervix 3.9
placenta is still very marginal
Baby A= 153 HB, 14 oz
Baby B= 157 HB, 14 oz

22 weeks, 4 days
cervix 3.9
placenta is low, but not marginal anymore!
Baby A= 140 HB, 1 lb, 2 oz
Baby B=152 HB, 1 lb, 2 oz
both are measuring 2 days ahead

22 weeks, 4 days
cervix 3.8
placenta is low, but OK
Baby A=151 HB
Baby B=144 HB
Both are measuring right on target

This last u/s they could not get good measurements (or photos) because both Chicklet and Shadow Boxer were facing toward my spine, but since they had done a major scan 2 weeks before, they were not concerned and both babies seemed to be doing great.
My blood pressure has been great and no protein in the urine, so I’ve been given gold stars as well.
Next up in two weeks: Gestational diabetes test and checking of the iron levels.

Here are some new photos in 3D! I must admit we almost didn’t post these because it looked like our children had enormous noses. Then we looked at some other 3D photos and realized all of the babies noses look huge and squished, so we stopped being stupid and vain. And anyway, when Chicken was concerned about the nose size, I just said “hey don’t look at me, I’m just the surrogate!”

Here is Shadow Boxer being swished by Chicklet. I think that’s Chicklet’s butt in SB’s face.
20 weeks, 4 days

Chicklet with arm up by face; 20 weeks, 4 days

Chicklet with both arms up; 22 weeks, 4 days.

Shadow Boxer curled up with an arm; 22 weeks, 4 days.
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This Could Be A Long Week

My mom is flying in tomorrow and I’m a little nervous. My mom doesn’t make me nervous, she’s a calm person and is pretty easy to get along with. She loves Chicken and is very excited that I’m pregnant which was huge as it shows how far she’s come. It wasn’t always this way, but she’s had 20 years to come to terms with her daughter’s ‘lifestyle’ and I started prepping her on the idea that we wanted to make a baby years ago–maybe 3 or 4 years ago–because I knew she needed time to come around.


The nervous part is that she’s a right-wing, Christian conservative, born-again Southern Baptist and we have very little in common. I mean….so little.
We can’t talk about politics or religion, obviously. We can’t talk about current/world events because my mom doesn’t follow anything larger than her local newspaper (and that is a very small town newspaper). We don’t like the same movies. She loves to shop and I can’t stand to shop so that’s out. I don’t like her cooking, so I would prefer she not make dinner. And the list goes on.

But her trips to NYC have always been quite successful (versus my trips to her house which have been so spectacularly unsuccessful that I once left the house on Christmas Eve with every intention of hitch hiking back home–2,000 miles away. I no longer will visit on any major holiday–religious or not).
In NYC we can always stay BUSY. We both love walking about this city and just seeing new things–so we DO have that in common. There is always something to do, somewhere to go. You can go, go, go and….never really have to spend that much “time” with each other where something else isn’t the focus. This has worked really well. And in the times we aren’t ‘going’ I have found myself in that uncomfortable silence. You know the kind.

I’ve never had my mom come visit where we didn’t have a gazillion ‘things’ planned to do. But I’m not doing much these days! I need more sleep and I can’t ever be far from a toilet (because if you try to drink a gallon of water a day, you’ll find out a nearby toilet is a very necessary thing). I can’t walk all over the city nor do I have any desire to go to a museum and stand for hours. I don’t even want to cram myself in one of those little seats for a Broadway show. I *might* want to go to a movie, but it probably won’t be one she wants to see. I do a lot of sitting around with my feet up, reading books and drinking water.
What the hell do I do with my mother??

She won’t go out alone, even to the grocery store around the corner and I honestly can’t entertain her like I normally do. I would really love it if she said “you know I’d like to spend the afternoon at the (fill in the blank) museum” and I could give her the directions to get there and everyone would be happy. But that’s not going to happen.
She does love our cats and is perfectly content chilling with the cats, so at least that’s a huge bonus.

Most of the time when she visits, I try hard to accommodate her idea of acceptable menu items. This means no Asian or Indian. Did I mention those are the two major food groups we live on in this house? But this time, I’m sorry, I’m pregnant and I need to eat what I’m hungry for.
She’s either going to have to deal with “Asian” the same way I deal with her cooking when I go to her house, or order her own dinner! This is the one thing I’m holding firm on.

She was telling me about the size of her suitcase and it occurred to me that I knew when she was arriving, but I didn’t know when she was leaving. “Wednesday. Unless you want me to leave sooner.”
“Let’s talk about that on Monday, shall we?”

I love her. I really do. But this could be a very long week. Wish me luck.
At least we have baby stuff to talk about. Let’s hope I’m worried for nothing.