I somewhat casually mentioned I was pregnant a while ago in this post, and since then I haven’t said a word about it! It’s a different experience this second time around.
I’m pregnant with one baby, not two. I’m crossing all of my fingers that this pregnancy is smooth and doesn’t have, you know, 11 weeks of bedrest (4 in the hospital) and preterm labor at 28, 31, and 34 weeks. Doctors have no way of knowing why I went into labor so early and why my cervix was so short at 23 weeks (which is how this whole thing happened in the first place). Was it because I was carrying twins? Or do I have a cervix issue? And they don’t know. So even though everything in this pregnancy so far has been “normal”, they are taking a few precautions, which I’m grateful for.
I’m receiving the progesterone shot every week, starting this past week. Yes, the one I used to get from my husband right after IVF, every night for the first like 10 weeks. I can’t say I missed having a bruised backside and the sensation of a five-inch needle puncturing my skin, BUT, some studies have shown that progesterone staves off preterm labor. And for even that small chance, I’ll manage these shots just fine. In addition to the shots, every other week they’ll also measure my cervix. This past week was my first time doing that as well. An unexpected perk is that I got an extra ultrasound to see the little nugget. The tech wasn’t checking the baby, but it was a nice surprise. At this point, my cervix is normal (4.1). And so right now, all is well. These precautions may not help or prevent anything, but it’s totally worth a shot.
Other than the constant worry in the back of my mind about bedrest and preterm labor, I’m chugging along fine enough. The nasty nausea has mostly dissipated (except when I’m hungry, thirsty, and tired) and I’m growing a nice bump. I’m super tired at night, and don’t do well the next day if I’m not sleeping by 10:00pm. I can’t say I’m not whiny about my food restrictions. Besides the basic pregnancy restrictions (boiled deli meat? No thanks), I’m also gluten- and sugar-free too. These restrictions didn’t bother me for the like, 7 years I’ve been gluten-free, and even the almost one year I’ve been sugar-free, but when I’m pregnant….I just want fresh bread and ice cream. And I don’t think that’s unreasonable. No treats for this mama. Sigh.
We’ve told the twins about this baby, but other than knowing it’s in my stomach, they don’t get it. Nor do they particularly care. I do get frequent “baby belly” hugs, which is cute. Sometimes, I’m able to spend time with them and honestly forget I’m pregnant. I can’t think about a little growing baby when I’ve got screaming toddlers at the dinner table. But at the same time, bending over to change diapers on the floor or pick up a screaming 30 pound child or going up and down the stairs to do laundry, put down for nap, wake up for nap, etc – those things tire me out REAL quick. It’s hard to slow life down and take it easy when you have toddler twins.
Speaking of them, other than those meal meltdowns, they’re both doing very well. Their speech is absolutely unreal to me. My husband goes to work on Saturday mornings, so I always spend that time reconnecting with the twins after a long week at work.
This morning, I turned on their “toddler radio” Pandora station after breakfast, and they played nicely while I cleaned the house a bit. C asked for me to hold her when my favorite song came on (“You are my sunshine” – Elizabeth Mitchell version), and we sang and danced. B helped me vaccuum, his little toy version cranking alongside mine. Saturday mornings (when tantrum-free) are exactly what I need to recharge.
After I cleaned, we made goop (cornstarch and water), and the twins loved it. B surprised me by finally, finally getting messy. He actually stuck his entire hand in it for a long time, squeezing and letting it drip. He’s never done that before. Progress!
In addition to all of this craziness, I’m trying to get my new blog up and running but I’m copying and pasting many old posts from this blog there first, which is very time consuming and hard to do when I’m in bed so early every night! Baby steps.