Since I’ve known I was pregnant with twins, I’ve prepared myself for as much as I can–both the good and the bad. Because while I want to believe that I’ll have an uneventful pregnancy and our twins will be born 36-38 weeks with no complications and that they won’t have to stay in the NICU, I’m fully aware that things can go wrong overnight.
I’ve had other people tell me “Puff, think positive! It’s all going to be just fine!” These are probably the same people who told me my eggs are going to be great because I look so young and am healthy. Good God were they ever wrong.
So yeah, I do think positive, but I’m also realistic. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being prepared for whatever might come your way–not just the good stuff.
I don’t want to assume that I’m going to have a vaginal birth only to have an emergency C-section and be scared to death because I never read that chapter because it wasn’t going to happen to me.
But sometimes, no matter how prepared you think you are–life throws you off balance. That’s what happened to me at my appointment on Wednesday.
During the ultrasound the tech discovered that my cervix–in two short weeks–had gone from a mighty 4.0 to a 2.7. They don’t start to ‘worry’ until it’s under 2.5, but mine had changed enough for them to worry just a little bit.
They ordered an fFN test on me immediately. fFN is formally called fetal fibronectin. This is a protein produced by pregnant woman. The test is a collection of cervical or vaginal fluid sample taken between weeks 24 and 34 and is used to evaluate the risk of preterm labor. fFN is normally not detectable during these weeks so if the test comes back positive it is an indication of possible preterm delivery within the next TWO WEEKS.
Don’t get too scared because thank GOD my test came back negative. That means I will not be having the babies–yet.
However, when I asked my OB when she sees me giving birth (thinking that she’d say something like 36-38 weeks) she didn’t bat an eye and calmly said, “I think you will make it until at least 32 weeks.
That’s it? She acted like that was great, but I nearly shit myself.
As all of my other signs are just fine (weight gain, no protein in urine, blood pressure, babies measuring fine and great heartbeats, etc, etc) she said at this point there is absolutely no reason to worry.
I don’t have any true ‘restrictions’ other than no more long walks (maybe all that walking hasn’t been the best idea?) and taking it easy as much as possible and staying very well hydrated.
I can still do my daily errands as long as they are close by (so subjective to someone who walks for miles) and I can’t carry anything over 10 lbs (was already following this). I can still go swimming (which will replace the walking) for some exercise as that takes all of the pressure off my cervix and is good for me (a bright light)!
That’s where we are. I’ll be monitored weekly now to make sure my cervix isn’t shortening. If it is…then we’ll go from there.
If I have to go on bed rest, well, so be it. It is scary, but I’m trying my best to just relax, let Chicken take over and take care of myself and the babies.
At least our La.zyBoy rocker/recliner/glider finally arrived (after ordering it almost 10 weeks ago) and let me just say it is the best thing EVER. I am going to be living in this chair from here on out. I’m in it right now! This chair and the Ug.gs are the best things purchased the entire pregnancy!!
Here’s a question for those of you either currently pregnant or have been pregnant:
Did you remember what week you were in every week? Did you count in weeks? Was there ever a time you had no idea what week you were in?
Because I find this behavior baffling. Maybe it’s because I’m a vet of IF or maybe it’s because I’m a little obsessed or maybe it’s because I have OB appointments every 2 weeks or maybe it’s because I’m subscribed to like 5 different “here’s what’s going on this week in your pregnancy” sites or maybe it’s because I’m a blogger.
BUT–seriously? You are pregnant and you don’t know where in the pregnancy you are??
The SIL and cousin both had no clue what week they were in when I asked them at Thanksgiving. Is it because they had free sex and got pregnant and they just take it for granted that eventually the baby will pop out and everything’s gonna be just hunky dory? Urgh.
It made me want to slap them. Just a little slap. But a slap all the same. Urgh. The bitterness. I hate it, but it just doesn’t go away overnight.
Yeah, that was a long time ago, wasn’t it? (4 months)
Let’s just say between the pregnancy, my procrastination of doing unpleasant tasks that involve bureaucracy and Chicken’s travel schedule, that little ‘task’ got pushed back over and over until finally we looked at the calendar and said “Holy Shit”.
If we actually wanted to be able to write our new family name on the birth certificate (and having no idea when these babies are going to arrive), we needed to get our asses in gear NOW.
Thankfully, Chicken took a couple of days off over the last couple of weeks to make some trips down to the courthouse. When you have a partner that works out of town all week…well, it does make it hard to get those M-F local things done!
Last week we spent over 3 hours at the courthouse getting the initial paperwork done, paid a $65 fee and today had our court date. After 2 hours waiting on a hard wooden bench in one of the most depressing rooms ever constructed, we were seen by–get this–a judge who told us she was a married lesbian! What Luck! She congratulated us and told us she and her partner had tried to combine their names, but couldn’t come up with anything attractive. We got a big compliment from her on our newly combined last name and a big laugh when I told her it was either that or Pissanucker. If you can figure out our previous last names with that clue, well kuddos to you.
Now, due to some archaic law that has been on the books for like, a million years (which the judge apologized for), we have to spend $150 to take out an ad in a small neighborhood newspaper with a legal notice of our name change.
After it goes to press, we take the notice back to the courthouse (and stand in line again for gawd knows how long) and prove that we did it and then, it’s LEGAL.
In order to change our names at the SS office, the DMV and our passports–we have to buy certified copies of our name change at $6 a pop each. Urgh.
Moral of the story? When your partner is ready to legally marry you, make sure she is also ready to commit to the new last name. We have had this last name picked out since before our wedding in California and IF Chicken had just been willing to write in the new last name on the line that day–we would not have had to go through any of this hassle–plus the added expense (@$275 total). Do not do what we did! Save yourself the hassle!!
At the end of the day, we’re getting it done and we’ll be able to write our new family name on the birth certificates which is huge, so it’s all worth it. It wasn’t quick and easy–at least not in NYC–but it’s almost done!