Warned, yes. Prepared, not so much.
Lack of sleep. Check.
Crazy dreams in which I am completely out of control. Check.
Complete strangers touching my stomach. Check.
Eating quarts of pickles. Check.
Loss of balance & waistline. Check.
Ridiculously exhausted. Double check.
It occurs to me that I haven't written here since my announcement that we're having twins. Strangely, I have no guilt over this, as I'm too tired to care.
Things have been going well. Despite predictions of double symptoms (read: throwing up everything including vital organs), I managed to get by with only 3 sick bouts, all of which were completely my own fault, as I went against my better judgement. A bit of queasiness, sure, but that was generally rectified with eating on a regular 2 hour schedule and getting protein every meal. Oh, and some truly disgusting, but helpful herbal supplements from my homebirth midwife.
Yes, you read correctly. We are shooting for a homebirth.
This shouldn't shock any of you, really. Having had zillions of medical procedures over the last 5 years, and having my babies conceived in a laboratory, it can hardly be said that I need more medical attention. I'm sick of doctors, hospitals, and drugs. Yes, yes, I know, I'll eat my words when I go into labor, blah, blah, blah. If I do, then you can all say I told you so. Can you tell I'm getting crap about this from everyone and their second cousin?
Anyway.
I'm 16 weeks along. I've distinctly felt the babies move once, when Jacob read that they will respond to light and put a flashlight on my stomach. It was completely surreal, and really cool. I'm getting my "Boys or Girls?" ultrasound in the next few weeks. We went on a cruise a few weeks ago, and I'm telling you, if a cruise ship doesn't make you out of balance when you're pregnant, nothing will. It was a party, but I'm glad to be home. We're working on getting our house transitioned to where we actually have a baby room, which means painting, carpet cleaning, and carpet replacing. I'm working out the list of needs, and assuring Jacob when he panics that he does not, in fact need to get a 2nd job. We're starting to research, test, and apply for Jacob's MBA program, which is a whole different terror.
It's crazy around here.
Crazy dreams in which I am completely out of control. Check.
Complete strangers touching my stomach. Check.
Eating quarts of pickles. Check.
Loss of balance & waistline. Check.
Ridiculously exhausted. Double check.
It occurs to me that I haven't written here since my announcement that we're having twins. Strangely, I have no guilt over this, as I'm too tired to care.
Things have been going well. Despite predictions of double symptoms (read: throwing up everything including vital organs), I managed to get by with only 3 sick bouts, all of which were completely my own fault, as I went against my better judgement. A bit of queasiness, sure, but that was generally rectified with eating on a regular 2 hour schedule and getting protein every meal. Oh, and some truly disgusting, but helpful herbal supplements from my homebirth midwife.
Yes, you read correctly. We are shooting for a homebirth.
This shouldn't shock any of you, really. Having had zillions of medical procedures over the last 5 years, and having my babies conceived in a laboratory, it can hardly be said that I need more medical attention. I'm sick of doctors, hospitals, and drugs. Yes, yes, I know, I'll eat my words when I go into labor, blah, blah, blah. If I do, then you can all say I told you so. Can you tell I'm getting crap about this from everyone and their second cousin?
Anyway.
I'm 16 weeks along. I've distinctly felt the babies move once, when Jacob read that they will respond to light and put a flashlight on my stomach. It was completely surreal, and really cool. I'm getting my "Boys or Girls?" ultrasound in the next few weeks. We went on a cruise a few weeks ago, and I'm telling you, if a cruise ship doesn't make you out of balance when you're pregnant, nothing will. It was a party, but I'm glad to be home. We're working on getting our house transitioned to where we actually have a baby room, which means painting, carpet cleaning, and carpet replacing. I'm working out the list of needs, and assuring Jacob when he panics that he does not, in fact need to get a 2nd job. We're starting to research, test, and apply for Jacob's MBA program, which is a whole different terror.
It's crazy around here.