Once again, I did not mean to wait this long. I had every intention of blogging last week, and life just seemed to get in the way. That, and the fact that I forget everything, haha.
Things have been going well as far as the munchkins are concerned. I had another doctor's appointment last week, so I was able to get a really good update on them. One of the reasons I like my DKH appointments is because they weigh me, so I know how I'm doing there (also, five minutes down the road is an awesome "trip"). And although the ride to the high risk doctors is not something I look forward to, I love how much I find out about the babies. The pictures are always really clear, and because the machines are top notch, they are able to find out a lot.
So three weeks ago was my DKH appointment, where I found out I've so far gained 4 pounds (score!), and last week was the high risk appointment. Both the babies looked great, and are growing the way they should. Nemo's heartrate was 154, while Nudge's was 122. I was surprised by that, since up until then every heartrate we'd gotten had been over 140. But the nurse told me that as long as they're between 100 and 200 bpm, everything is fine. I guess Nudge was just having more of a chill day than Nemo, lol. Also, Nemo weighed 2 pounds, 12 ounces. Nudge was 2 pounds 13 ounces! For the first time, he beat out his "big brother" in weight! Every time they'd been weighed, Nemo was just a tad larger. The last appointment we'd gone to, the boys were actually the same weight. Now Nudge has pulled ahead. I guess we'll just have to wait and see how they finally turn out!
The other thing I found out at the appointment was that I've been having contractions. I'd had no idea that what I was experiencing was contractions. Basically, I've just been feeling this tightening in the lowest part of my uterus. I thought maybe one of the boys was turning or pushing, but when I mentioned it to the doctor, he said that it was contractions. I'd never known that you could have them in one spot and not all over. The doctor wasn't all that worried about them, since he'd just measured my cervix for any shortening or opening and everything had looked good there, but he told me to keep an eye on them. He said that if I start having a lot, or if they get stronger in intensity, I need to call my regular OB and let her know. While not likely, it can start things rolling and really bring up my risk for pre-term labor. So I've been on the lookout since then. Saturday was bad - I was having quite a few, but not enough to make me nervous. I decided to wait until Sunday to see if they were still acting up, but I had noticably fewer on Sunday. And then yesterday I didn't notice any, so I'm really not worried about them now. I'm still going to keep an eye on it, and if I feel like I'm having too many, or if they start to get painful instead of just uncomfortable, I'll be on the phone with my doctor.
The Saturday before this past one I went in for my glucose screening. The stuff wasn't too bad (luckily I have a sweet tooth), just tasted like someone needed to add a touch more water to the mixture. Monday they called and said I had failed the test, so I had to go for the three-hour one. Tuesday was Ben's birthday, so I decided to wait until Wednesday (I had to have fasted, so I wanted to go first thing in the morning). The second screening's mixture was double strength, so it was pronouncedly syrupy. It was ok going down, but I felt so sick to my stomach afterward. And sitting in the hospital for three hours was no fun either. I brought a book with me - "Bringing Up Boys" by James Dobson - that my parents had bought us for the baby shower, but it still dragged on forever. I called on Friday for my results, but I still haven't heard back from them, so I'll be calling again today. I'm hoping the taking-forever-to-call is a sign that everything is fine and I don't have to worry about gestational diabetes, but I still want a direct answer. Hopefully I'll know by the end of today.
The nursery is just about done. All the painting is completed, and we put up the Winnie the Pooh decal stickers on the walls. Ben put together one of the cribs, and it just looks too cute. Unfortunately, the bathroom needed to be gutted and rebuilt, so the wall separating the bathroom and pantry needed to come down. All the baby shower stuff was in the pantry, so we had to bring everything into the nursery so they could do the work. Now the nursery is packed with stuff in every direction, and it looks quite messy. I can't wait to organize and put everything where it goes. The dresser is getting painted in nursery colors - so far it's just been primed white. But that shouldn't take too long to finish. Ben's grandmother is working on the curtains for the nursery windows (she turns sheets into curtains, and apparantly they look great!). I'm just so anxious to get everything looking pretty...
I had someone tell me I was nesting yesterday. Don't know if that's true, but I was just in a cleaning mood. I hate looking around and seeing mess. So I did all the dishes and washed every last piece of dirty clothing/towel/sheet. It took about six loads to get everything done, but I was so happy when it was finished. I also scrubbed the stove and wiped down the counters (Ben tends to spill when making coffee ... >.<) There is still so much to be done, but bending over is getting to where it hurts, so I think I may be a little stuck as far as the rest of the cleaning goes. And what a trouper my hubby was. He came home and swept the kitchen floor, and then helped fold the last load of clean clothes, even switched over the linens loads for me. I hate asking him to do things when he's just spent 9 hours at work, but I was feeling a little wiped and he jumped right in. I've truly got the greatest husband.
We're hoping the beginning of December is when we can move. I just can't wait to be in our first family home. Yes, it's an apartment. But it's going to be the place that my babies first come home to. It will be where they grow up (for however many years before we're able to get a house). This apartment we're living in now will be our first home in my mind. And yes, I think of Ben and myself as a family. But there's just something about my children's first home that really makes it special. ... I just can't wait. :)
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