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December 24, 2009


Thank You Santa and Your Little Elves, Too

Blood work came back OK! No pre-e for me on Christmas. WHEW. I am so relieved.
I’m under strict orders to ‘take it easy’ which of course means I had to have it spelled out exactly what that means.
I can walk a couple of blocks and do stuff around the house, but honestly I don’t even want to walk a couple of blocks. Chicken has become my sherpa and is adapting to her new position quite well.

Her dads came down to the city and we were supposed to meet them for Christmas Eve dinner tonight. Doc says it would be much better if I not go and I agree. I need to be somewhere I am comfortable and can rest and put my feet up. We asked them if they could come here for dinner–after all, the restaurant we would be going to delivers to our house–and they balked and said they’d discuss it.
Are you fucking kidding me?? Such typical alcoholic behavior. Her father has been so concerned about me having twins and keeps saying things like “take good care of my grandkids in there” but god forbid I disrupt his holiday plans with my high risk pregnancy and doctor’s orders. Unbelievable.
It’s almost 5pm. We were supposed to have an early dinner at 6:30 and we still haven’t heard back from them if they are coming over or not. I don’t get it. We are seriously less than 8 blocks away from the restaurant. Argh.

There was no sympathy from her mother either who suggested that I just go to the restaurant anyway and find a chair there to put my feet up on. That way I wouldn’t ruin anyone’s holiday. Chicken reminded her that the Doctor had said it would be best not to go…but I think her impression was that I could just suck it up for one night and I didn’t want to or something. Seriously, people. What is WRONG with you??

That just caused me more stress. I’m going to go lay down now, read a book, relax and not let my alcoholic in-laws get to me.

Merry Christmas Eve!!

Update: Chicken is on the phone with them and they are coming. I could care less at this point. Honestly.


Not the Doctor’s Appointment I Expected

Let’s just say “packing the bag for the hospital” just got moved to the top of the list.

Chicken and I did a massive Trader J.oe’s shopping run (with delivery) yesterday morning, followed by lunch and then took the subway to midtown for my appointment.
Babies checked out fine (no growth measurements, but they should be getting close to 4 lbs now).
But for the first time, my blood pressure was borderline high–130/80 (high would start at 140/90). I’m normally 110/70 or 110/60, so this was cause for concern.
Also, my urine came back with protein. Yikes.
They took blood for testing and I am now waiting on the results.

All of this is pointing to signs of preeclampsia–which can and does come on quite suddenly.
Women who are 35 and older and/or have multiple pregnancies have a much higher rate of developing this. In fact, I remember my RE warning me to be mindful of it. However, there’s nothing you can do to prevent it. You’re either going to get it or you’re not.

The midwife asked if I’d had a busy morning and I admitted that yes, we’d done quite a lot. Chicken felt like crap that she didn’t ‘stop’ me from going to the grocery store. But honestly, I took the bus there and didn’t think walking around the store and standing in line was that strenuous. However, while we were checking out, I said to her, “This is my last time here, it’s too much for me.” So, I knew I’d overdone it, but by that point, it was too late.
Midwife is hoping it was all just because of the activity that morning and I’m crossing my fingers that’s what it was, too.

My previous post was quite timely as now Chicken really IS in charge of everything. The midwife told her so! I’m not on strict bedrest, but I’m supposed to be off my feet as much as possible. I asked her specifically if I can still do stuff in the kitchen and things around the house, etc and she said yes, but to really listen to my body and go lie down or sit in the recliner if I got tired.
To top it all off, Chicklet is head down again and that little baby head is causing A LOT more pressure on my cervix than those baby feet were.

I’m now to be on the lookout for swelling, sudden weight gain and headaches. I keep staring at my hands wondering if they look swollen and yeah maybe they are just a bit and yeah maybe…I do have a teensy headache that I don’t think was there before.
But it’s so hard to tell when you are feeling paranoid about symptoms.

The doctors said I’m also going to have a much harder time from here on out because I’m so short and tiny. These babies have no where to go! If I were taller, I probably wouldn’t be in so much pain. So, if you are tall and pregnant with twins/multiples, luckier you!

The waiting is quite stressful and not at all what I thought my holiday would look like. I’d already been told I couldn’t travel, so we had no plans to go anywhere–just the two of us staying put in NYC. But Chicken’s dads are coming down tonight to take us out for Christmas Eve dinner and we have a lovely dinner planned with friends for Christmas Day. This may or may not happen…I’m quite tempted to do delivery instead of the dinner out tonight as I’m not very comfortable in restaurant chairs anymore.

I’m just crossing my fingers and praying to my idols and gods that the bloodwork comes back normal and I won’t be hospitalized.
We’re ready for the babies…but at 31 weeks, 5 days, they are not ready.

But just in case…I’m packing the bag.