Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Third Trimester

Much like any pregnancy, my third trimester has been the most difficult.  I've been pretty uncomfortable and have felt like a tank walking around.  But I've also been so excited that the babies have stayed in my belly as long as they have!  The longer they stay put, the healthier they will be in the end!  

(As it turns out, the babies almost made it to 36 weeks.  They made it to 35 weeks and 6 days, just 3 hours shy of 36 weeks.)

Here's my third trimester in photo form: 





1.  I now know how turtles feel when they get stuck on their backs.  When I switch sides in bed at night, it is quite the production!  I can't believe I don't wake up Adam as I'm flailing around on my back, trying to get enough momentum going to make it to my other side.  I don't even want to know what I look like!    

2.  My babies are BIG!  They've always measured above the norm, which is a very good thing, especially for twins.  But that also means they are HEAVY!  I feel like my legs might snap whenever I'm walking around from the weight.  And don't get me started about stretch marks...let's just say my bikini-wearing days are over.  My sweet babies are totally worth all the stretch marks.  And my sweet husband said my stomach just looks like it has really cool wood grain, much like the exotic woods he likes to do woodworking projects with.  I love him!  

3. Both babies are head down, which is great!  I would love to avoid a c-section, but will obviously do whatever is best for the babies.  We'll see what happens!  Stay tuned!


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Putting Together An Emergency Kit

I'm slightly embarrassed to admit this, but putting together an emergency kit has been on my to do list for several years now.  It always sounded like a good idea, but I just never got around to doing it.  That is until now.  

Adam and I now have an emergency kit waiting for us in our basement.  The main purpose of the emergency kit is to have some necessary supplies handy in case of a natural disaster, like a tornado.  Since we live in the midwest, we encounter quite a few severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings.  Whenever the sirens went off, we would run around the house collecting things we thought we might need before we would go take cover in the basement.  This was obviously not the safest thing to do.  It will be much better now that we have a ready-made kit waiting for us in the basement, especially since we'll soon have to worry about getting not only ourselves and Jazzy to the basement, but our twins too.

(As soon as I started taking photos of the emergency kit, Jazzy ran over to help model.  She's such a silly girl!)  


We created a list of items that would come in handy if we were to be stuck in the basement for a lengthy period of time.  There were tons of items we could have added, but we decided to only put the bare necessities in our kit.    

Here's what we deemed necessary: 


Water- Obviously bottled water will come in handy if we are stuck in the basement for any length of time. It will also be handy in case our city's water supply gets contaminated.

Snacks- No one likes to be stuck with hangry people!

Jazzy's Food- We can't leave out poor Jazzy.  

Leash & Harness- If we consider the worst case scenario and our house is completely destroyed, we wanted a way to keep track of Jazzy.
  
Flashlight, Lantern, Candle & Matches- Our basement is very dark and we don't want to be without light in case the power goes out.  We also took the batteries out of our flashlight and lantern.  We've found the batteries drain quicker if they are left in their devices.  

Blanket- This can be used to cover up if we get cold, a place for the babies to lay down or a way to protect our heads in case of flying debris.  

First Aid Kit- You can buy first aid kits that are pre-made, but I just put together a few supplies using what we had on hand.  

Whistle- Should we become trapped in our basement, having a whistle will be a handy way to alert people to our whereabouts.  

Diapers & Wipes- Since we have our babies coming, these will be necessary if we are in our basement for long.  

Cash- It's always a good idea to have some cash on hand in case we need to buy something and are unable to use credit cards.  I just tucked some cash in the first aid kit.    

Deck of Cards- This isn't exactly a necessity, but could come in handy if Adam and I get bored.   

Like I said above, there are plenty more items that we could put in our Emergency Kit.  But these are a good group of items that would get us through a lengthy time period spent in our basement or be handy if our home were to be destroyed.  I don't lay awake at night worrying about our home being destroyed, but knowing we have an Emergency Kit does give me just a little more piece of mind.  

I put a reminder in my phone for next July to check on the items in our Emergency Kit.  I'll make sure the water and snacks haven't expired and that the batteries still work.  I can also make sure we have the current diaper sizes.       


Click here if you would like to print out your own Emergency Kit Label.  

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Pyogenic Granuloma

I had no idea what a pyogenic granuloma was until this past Monday.  It turns out it is another random thing that occurs with pregnancy.  

It started as a tiny red dot on my finger about three weeks ago.  I asked my OB about it and she said it was benign and nothing to worry about.  She told me to just keep an eye on it.  Fast forward two weeks and that little red dot had grown bigger.  I didn't take a picture of it, because it was pretty gross, quite frankly.  It basically looked like a cluster of raised red dots.  Every once in awhile, it would start bleeding. And that sucker bled and bled!  Since it had gotten quite a bit bigger and the bleeding was annoying, I asked about it again at my next OB appointment.  I saw a different OB since my regular OB was out of town.  Since the spot had grown in size, she suggested I get it looked at by a dermatologist.  Like my regular OB, she didn't think it was anything to be too concerned about.  

So I added "make a dermatologist appointment" to my to do list.  Usually it takes about three months to get in to see a dermatologist, so I figured I would have to make an appointment for sometime after the babies arrived.  But I was pleasantly surprised when I called my dermatologist's office last Monday.  I explained that I was pregnant with twins and could go into labor at any time.  The sweet receptionist took pity on me and asked if I could come into the office in an hour.  I was still in my pajamas at this point, which also happen to be Adam's shirts and boxers since none of my other pajamas fit.  I told her I could make that happen!  

So I threw on one of the few outfits left that fit over my gigantic belly.  I went to the restroom and when I washed my hands that stupid spot starting gushing blood.  So I had to hold pressure on it until it stopped bleeding before I could leave the house.  Adam had borrowed our Subaru Forester on this particular day because the air conditioning went out in his Mitsubishi Lancer.  It was a little tricky to get low enough to sit down in his car, but I made it.  Luckily it was still early enough in the day that it wasn't too hot out.  

I arrived at the dermatologist's office and started filling out some paperwork.  As I was filling out some information, I glanced down at my feet and noticed there was a big ol' spot of blood on my big toe from the earlier gush of blood from the spot on my finger.  I hoped none of the old people in the waiting room had noticed.  I went to the bathroom and did my best to reach my big toe to clean it off.  Once I was blood-free, I went back to the waiting room.  

Eventually I got called back and a nurse looked at my finger first.  She said it looked like a pyogenic granuloma, which is something that is common in pregnant women.  She said it wasn't a big deal and was something that they could treat.  She said the dermatologist would be in shortly to confirm this assessment and we would go from there.  

So in came the dermatologist, who was as nice as could be.  He wasn't the dermatologist I typically see, but I was just happy to be seen so soon!  He asked me all about my pregnancy and babies.  Then he took a gander at my finger and agreed that it looked like a pyogenic granuloma.  At this point I asked what exactly a pyogenic granuloma was since I had no clue.  It is basically small, round skin growth that contains a large number of blood vessels.  Since they are made up of so many blood vessels, they tend to bleed quite a bit.  He said they are common in pregnant women and can even occur on women's gums.  I was pretty happy that my pyogenic granuloma was on my finger and not in my mouth!  

Since mine was so big (6 mm to be exact) he recommended cutting it off.  If it had been smaller, they would have let it be and see if it went away on it's own.  While I wasn't pumped about the idea of cutting it off, I did want to see it gone.  Plus the bleeding was not all that pleasant.  He said since I was in my third trimester, it was completely safe for me and the babies.  

You know how I feel about needles, so I was trying to be very brave.  He explained that he would give me an injection of numbing medicine into my finger.  From there he would scrape off the spot.  Finally, he would cauterize the blood vessels to help prevent any bleeding.  He asked if I was squeamish and I told him that if I didn't see it, I would be fine.  So I turned my head and he went to town on that stupid spot.  

I did feel the shot, but it wasn't too terrible.  He was quite impressed with the fact that I didn't even jump when he stuck in the needle.  I wanted to tell him that he had no idea how many needles I've encountered this past year between infertility medicine injections, blood draws and ivs, but I just smiled.  

I couldn't feel any of the scraping or the cauterizing, but I certainly smelled the cauterizing.  The dermatologist explained everything he was doing and did it all quickly.  I just stared at the wall and kept saying "okay."  

When it was all said and done, he wrapped up my finger and told me to keep the dressing on until that evening.  At that point I could switch to a bandaid and triple antibiotic ointment after I washed it with mild soap and water.  Before I left, the nurse had me sign a form allowing them to send it off for a biopsy to make sure it was benign.  It was a bit tricky to sign my name with a numb middle finger, but I managed.  
Then I started off on my adventure home.  It was pretty toasty outside by this point and I had managed to park Adam's car in the sun.  Between being a little queasy about what had just happened to my poor finger and the hot car, it wasn't exactly a pleasant drive home.  But I made it home safe and sound!  

When I took off the dressing that first evening, it was pretty gross!  I'll spare you a picture.  It looks like there's a hollowed out hole in my finger with raw skin filling in the hole.  It did throb a bit by that evening, but nothing that was unbearable.  It hasn't hurt since that first evening, which I was pretty surprised about.  I've kept a bandaid on it since then and received the news that it was, in fact, benign. (On a side note, how cute are these Oh Joy! bandaids I got at Target?!)    


So I'm happy it's gone and isn't anything serious.  The hardest part of the whole ordeal has been trying to shave my legs one-handed in the shower while I hold up my bandaid-ed finger out of the water.  But I've managed!

Okay, I am finished with all of the weird pregnancy-related things happening to me.  I hope the last few weeks of my pregnancy will be utterly boring!  

Saturday, July 15, 2017

My Couch Gets a Trim

Since I've been told to stick close to home during the second and third trimesters of my pregnancy, I've been spending a lot of time on the couch.  Spending as much time on the couch as I have, I've noticed the fabric on some of our cushions is starting to pill or get those little, annoying lint balls that can't be brushed away.  Here, let me show you: 


You can't see these lint balls unless you are looking directly at the couch.  In fact, Adam had no idea what I walk talking about when I told him I ordered a "fabric defuzzer" (yes, that is the official name) from Amazon to get the lint balls off our couch.  The fabric defuzzer I chose had lots of good reviews and was pretty cheap, around $10.  On a side note, it does require 2 AA batteries that are not included.    


Once it arrived, I was excited to give it a go.  I was a bit nervous that it would booger up the couch cushions somehow that would be far more noticeable than the lint balls ever were.  So I tested it out on a small section that could easily be covered with a throw pillow if need be.  The fabric defuzzer had three different distance settings.  I started with the shortest distance setting, but eventually moved it to the middle distance setting. 
  

I'm happy to report that it didn't mess up the cushions and took care of all those pesky lint balls!  Just look at all those lint balls the defuzzer collected!  It's the little things in life that bring me joy.    


Look at the difference it made!  The before picture is on the top and the after is on the bottom.  It looks like a brand new couch!    



I noticed on the box that it said it gets rid of lint balls on other surfaces besides upholstery, like sweaters. I decided to test out how it did on sweaters.  I got one of my sweaters that had some pilling in the armpit area.  I used the shortest distance setting and it made the pills disappear!  It's a little tricky to see the difference in the pictures below, but the difference is very clear in person!  



I'm pretty darn excited about my new "tool."  All the other lint balls in my house better watch out!    

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A Trip to the ER

Let me begin by saying that both babies and I are currently healthy!  However, we did have a bit of a scare the other evening.  

On Monday evening around 5pm, I happened to look in the mirror and smile.  I'm not sure why I randomly decided to smile at myself in the mirror, but I did.  And I noticed that the left side of my mouth didn't go up like it normally does.  I thought that was a bit odd, but didn't get freaked out right away.  I referred to my What to Expect When You're Expecting book to see if it mentioned anything about a droopy face.  (On a side note, I have determined that it is best not to google medical things.  Usually, my searching just ends up with me thinking I have cancer.  So throughout my pregnancy, I have only refered to my What to Expect When You Are Expecting book or I call my doctor.) 

In my book, it talked about something called Bell's Palsy.  It said it's a "temporary condition caused by damage to the facial nerve, resulting in weakness or paralysis on one side of the face."  It also mentioned that you might have trouble blinking, which I was.  My left eye had been bothering me for a couple days. It was very teary and blurry.  I had figured it was because of my contact or I had just scratched it.  I was pretty certain I had Bell's Palsy, but I figured I should probably call my ob's office just to be certain.  Since it was after regular office hours, I spoke with a nurse.  After speaking with the nurse, she sounded pretty alarmed and said it sounded like stroke symptoms.  She said the ob on call would call me back shortly.  By this point, I was getting nervous.  What if this was something worse than Bell's Palsy?  What if I was having a stroke?  What if I had already had a stroke?  What would that mean for my babies?  What would that mean for me?  

The on call ob called me and said I should go to the ER to get checked out.  I considered driving myself to the ER, but then decided against it in case something serious was going on with me.  Adam was on his way home at his point, but I wasn't sure when he would be home.  Adam's mom lives close to us, so I called her to see if she could take me.  She said she could definitely, but Adam ended up making it home first.  

I still feel sorry for how Adam must have felt when he walked in the front door.  I told him that everything is probably fine, but that we needed to go to the ER.  We hopped in the car and made our way to the hospital.  As soon as we arrived, I checked in and was seen by a nurse quickly to check my vitals.  I was then whisked away in a wheelchair by another nurse to get a CT scan.  Apparently if you are a pregnant lady with stroke-like symptoms you don't have to wait around.  

I was starting to get very freaked out at this point.  Everything was moving very quickly and Adam wasn't allowed to come to the CT room with me.  After the technician wrapped up my belly in some lead blankets, they took some pictures of my brain.  The technician told me to stay still.  I was shaking from nerves at this point and was worried that I wasn't staying still enough.  But they were able to get the images taken.  

From there the nurse wheeled me to a private room in a wheel chair.  She told me they treat anyone with stroke-like symptoms from the top down.  Meaning they start with a CT and then move onto other labs. She said the CT technician didn't see any blood in my brain, which would have signaled a stroke, but that a doctor would double check the images.  I was very thankful she said this to me.  It did help me calm down. 

Since my initial blood pressure was a little on the high side, they wanted to monitor me for a bit to make sure I didn't have preeclampsia, as well.   

Once I made it to the private room, I was reunited with Adam.  A different nurse had me take off my shirt and put on a gown.  She added some leads to monitor my heart, put a thingy on my finger to monitor my pulse, put on a blood pressure cuff and started an iv to take some blood.  She was a pro and did all of this very quickly.  At some point I went to the restroom to provide a urine sample, but I don't remember when exactly this happened.  

Here's a really pretty picture of me at this point in the evening.  I'm thinking of having it blown up and put above my fireplace.  (Ha!  Just kidding!)   



Eventually the doctor came to see me.  He came in and said, "So I hear your face is broken."  He helped bring a little levity to the situation, which I appreciated.  He had me smile, close my eyes and raise my eyebrows.  He also touched both sides of my face, arms and legs.  After looking me over and the labs, he determined that I did indeed have Bell's Palsy.  He said it was a pretty mild case of it and that 95% of people with these symptoms return to normal.  He did say it could take anywhere from 2 to 6 weeks before things return to normal.  He recommended I take some steroids to help my face return to normal after checking with my ob's office to make sure the medication would be safe for the babies.  

My blood pressure eventually went down and no protein was detected in my urine, so preeclampsia was ruled out.  All in all, everything turned out just fine.  The babies are still in my belly and healthy.  I am doing fine, though my face isn't as cute as it could be.  I've included some pictures of my droopy face below for your entertainment.  





Whew!  Let's hope the next few weeks aren't nearly as eventful!  

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Jazzy's Summer Fun

I have loved getting to spend more time with my sweet little Jazzy this summer.  Even though I have to take it easy and we can't be quite as active as we'd both like to be, we still manage to enjoy ourselves.  It turns out that Jazzy is pretty good at taking it easy.  

Jazzy and I are both still in bed when Adam leaves for work.  After he tells us goodbye, we get up and eat our breakfast.  Then I open up the front door so Jazzy can bask in the sunshine.  

  

She keeps moving until there is no sunshine left.  


Since laying in the sunshine is pretty tiring, then she's ready to take a little nap on the couch.  


She has a variety of spots she likes to sleep in.  She is so stinking adorable that I have to take pictures of her in each and every spot.  


I mean, how cute is she!?!  


After her nap on the couch, she's usually ready to go soak up some more sun.  She prefers the backyard sun in the afternoon.  And she likes to make sure she gets an even tan.  So she spends equal amounts of time sunning her back and her belly.   


She also likes to destroy my plants and flowers.  I couldn't for the life of me figure out why my zinnias weren't getting taller until I spotted this sight out of the window.  


Yep, that would be little Jazzy laying in the planter box as if it's her own private retreat, right on top of the zinnias.  Good thing she's so cute.  Instead of getting mad at her, I just went to get my camera.    


When Jazzy's had enough sun, she likes to hang out under the covered deck.  I think she's waiting for me to bring her a snack to eat at the patio table.    


Of course Jazzy still enjoys her walks.  We can't go as far or as fast as we used to, but Jazzy doesn't seem to mind too much.  She matches my slow waddling pace and knows when we have to turn around.  She's such a sweetheart and I love that she doesn't make me feel guilty for having to shorten our walks.  

I do try to help her get in some more exercise besides our short walk during the day.  Since getting down on the floor is a huge hassle these days, Jazzy is content to let me play with her toys using my toes.  Her daddy found this quite realistic toy rabbit at PetSmart and it has quickly become Jazzy's favorite toy.  I have to do a double take sometimes when I see it laying on the living room floor.  It's so realistic that I think Jazzy has managed to sneak an actual rabbit into our house!  It's a big relief when I realize it's not real, unlike this one Jazzy caught in the backyard.  

Please excuse my puffy, swollen feet in the video below: 


So there you have it, all the fun Jazzy has in a summer day!  

Friday, June 30, 2017

Preparing for the Twins

Adam and I have discovered there are roughly one million things to do before the twins arrive.  As quickly as we can cross things off our to do list, more and more seem to be added.  But I think we are getting pretty darn close to checking off the last few items.  

I still have a ways to go in my pregnancy.  I am currently 31 weeks along and would love to make it to 38 weeks.  But there are a few different factors that might result in an early delivery.  Our hope is that the more prepared we are, the more likely I'll deliver later rather than early.  

We got the nursery completed pretty early on.  And our sweet family and friends were so generous in filling it up for us with all of their gifts.  So we feel like we have all of the baby "stuff" that we could possibly need.  

We also wanted to stock up on all of the paper goods, cleaning supplies and other products we use on a daily basis.  So we came up with a list of the things we use, everything from shampoo and toilet paper to hand soap and laundry detergent.  Then we went to Sam's Club and bought the items we could in bulk. The remaining we either got at Target or ordered from Amazon.  We filled our cabinets and put all the excess in our basement.  Although it looks a bit crazy and as if we are preparing for the apocalypse, I'm sure we'll be happy we don't have to run out to the store when we're happily bleary-eyed from lack of sleep.  



Next up on our to do list was to prep some meals we can easily prepare once the babies arrive.  I stocked up on frozen pizzas and meals from the grocery store.  I also scoured Pinterest for some crock pot meals that I could prepare in advance and then freeze.  So our freezer is pretty full at the moment, but I'm sure we'll be thankful to have decent meals to eat while we are operating on mere hours of sleep.  


One of the things that has been in the forefront of my mind is to make sure that Jazzy is well taken care of during my hospital stay.  I want to make sure she doesn't miss any meals and gets to go on her walks. Adam and I are fortunate to have family in town and my parents will be around when the twins arrive, so there will be plenty of people around to take care of our other baby.  I decided to put together this chart to help everyone make sure Jazzy's needs are met.  We're not quite sure who will be taking care of Jazzy, but wanted an easy way to keep track of Jazzy's needs in case several people break up the responsibility. Our plan is to leave this chart on the kitchen counter so people will know what's been done for Jazzy and what still needs to be done.  


From there I worked on packing my hospital bag.  I saved this task for last because I hate packing!  Plus, I didn't really have a clear idea of exactly what I would need to pack.  I found some lists on Pinterest, but I felt like some of the women who put those lists together were packing for month-long stays on a deserted island.  Luckily, when Adam and I went to tour the maternity ward at the hospital I'll be delivering at, one of the things they provided me with was a "What to Bring" list.  The list noted all the things the hospital would provide, pointed out the necessary items to bring and included optional items I might like to have. It certainly helped me pare down to packing only the necessities.  Plus, I figure if there's really something I need, there will be plenty of family around to make a house run for us.    



Even though we're getting close to being ready for the babies to arrive, they need to stay put for a few more weeks!  (You hear that, babies?!)

Sunday, June 25, 2017

My Growing Family

Adam and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary today!  While it's only been six years since we said "I do," it's hard to remember a time when Adam wasn't a part of my life.  I love Adam a gazillion times more now than I did on our wedding day.  We have been through so much together and have come out the other side a stronger couple.  

While we take weekly photographs of my growing belly, we realized we didn't have any pictures of the two of us together.  So we decided to take some time today to take some family pictures.  While lots of them are pretty cheesy, I'm sure we'll want to look back at this time in our lives.  Plus, it will be fun to show our children these photographs someday.

Before we started, I made it clear that I wouldn't be standing in a field with a long dress or baring my midriff.  While we could have hired a photographer, we ended up going the economical route and just set up a tripod and used a remote.   



We took lots and lots of photographs!  Most of them just made us laugh, but a few ended up being keepers.  


Of course we had to include our other baby Jazzy in our family portraits.  Look at what a good little model she is.  She knows how to work it for the camera.  


I had the bright idea of trying to get a picture of us laying in the hammock.  We learned that having the camera by our feet only resulted in very unflattering views of our double chins.  But putting the camera by our heads worked out much better.  And look how sweet Jazzy is, giving her brother and sister a big hug.  


We also snapped a few of us on the front porch.  I really hope all of our neighbors watched us.  They were in for a treat if they did.  Looking at all of our photos certainly made Adam and I laugh!  


Now we can rest easy knowing we've documented our growing family.  It's pretty exciting to think about next year's anniversary!  We'll have two sweet babies to add to the photos.  Hopefully they will take a cue from their photogenic sister Jazzy.  


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Guess Who Has Gestational Diabetes

Yep, I do.  

One thing you are more likely to develop when carrying multiples is gestational diabetes.  If you'll recall, I had the screening back in April, followed by the 3 hour glucose tolerance test.  Typically women aren't screened until they are 24 to 28 weeks along.  But since I am having twins, I was screened earlier. Although I passed the glucose tolerance test, I still had to have another screening during the 24-28 week window.  

I failed the initial screening, which meant I had to do the 3 hour glucose tolerance test.  Again.  This test involves fasting and four separate blood draws in a 3 hour time frame.  It's not super fun.  I figured I would pass it, just as I had the first time around.  

However, I got a call from the nurse the following day telling me that I had been diagnosed with gestational diabetes.  In order to have a gestational diabetes diagnosis, at least two of the four blood draws have to come back with elevated blood sugar levels.  And that's exactly what happened with my test results.  

It was a big bummer.  I know there are far worse things that could come up during my pregnancy, but I really didn't want to have to deal with this diagnosis.  I was overwhelmed with the thought of having to closely monitor my eating and pricking my fingers to check my blood sugar levels.  I might have had a small breakdown and cried a bit.  

After getting the diagnosis, the next step was to meet with a dietitian to help me figure out how to control my gestational diabetes with my diet and a nurse to show me how to check my blood sugar levels.  I spent two hours with the dietitian and the nurse.  They were both lovely ladies, but I felt incredibly overwhelmed afterwards.  A lot of information was thrown my way.  

But I tried to focus on the positive.  It was caught early and is something that is easily managed.  The first few days of following the meal plan turned out to be tricky.  It was actually way more food than I had previously been eating.  The dietitian wants to make sure I will gain the 40 pounds my doctor wants me to gain by the end of my pregnancy, so she really piled on the food requirements.  I always imagined it would be fun to try to gain weight, but this is actually pretty miserable.  I tried really hard to follow the meal plan, but I just couldn't physically consume what the dietitian wanted me to consume.


It was also difficult because my activity has been restricted.  I literally spent my days eating, drinking water, peeing and then eating more.  If I had been able to move around a bit more, it might have been more tolerable.  

I shared my concerns with my doctor at my last appointment.  Luckily, my appointment also included a growth check of the babies.  At 29 weeks, our son weighed 3 pounds 11 ounces and our daughter weighed 3 pounds 5 ounces!  Our son is huge and our daughter is just slightly above the norm.  Since the babies were doing so well, my doctor said I could modify my meal plan.  Cutting out some of the food requirements have definitely helped.  I don't feel nearly as stuffed as I did with the original meal plan.  

I have to check my blood sugar levels 4 times a day.  I'm not super excited about having to prick my fingers 4 times a day.  It's not terribly painful, but it is a needle in my finger.  My blood sugar levels have been great, which means my gestational diabetes is under control. 


Like most things I've encountered during this pregnancy, it's not as bad as I envisioned things to be.  Sure, I'd rather not have to deal with this, but it's been okay.  And my babies are healthy and still growing in my belly!  I can't ask for much more than that!   


Friday, June 2, 2017

Second Trimester

My second trimester has been a bit of a whirlwind!  Just as I was starting to enjoy my pregnancy, we got the news that my cervix was starting to shorten.  This meant preterm labor was a possibility.  Of course that brought about some stress since my babies were no where near ready to be born, but thanks to some interventions, my cervix actually lengthened.  My doctor also told me I couldn't finish out the school year and needed to stop going to work and doing too much activity.  Things started to look more positive as the weeks progressed.  Then came time for the babies' echocardiograms.  This was a scary, nerve-wracking appointment, but turned out okay.  It wasn't all scary, though!  We finished the nursery, which I adore.  Our babies are growing big and strong and I can feel them moving all around my belly!  

Here's my second trimester in picture form: 


 






And here are three random, fun facts about my second trimester: 

1. With my background in teaching reading, I believe it is never too early to share the love of reading with your children.  So Adam and I read the babies a story most nights before I go to bed.  Jazzy usually joins us and is quite content to listen.  It's pretty darn sweet and is going to make me cry if I continue thinking about it.



2.  Longer, thicker hair is definitely a perk of pregnancy that I enjoyed throughout my second trimester. My hair has always been very fine and takes forever to grow.  But now my hair is growing like a weed and is much thicker!  I know it won't last, but I'll take it while I can.  On the flip side, I'm also growing longer, thicker hair...on my face!  I feel like I am growing a legit beard.  Luckily the hair on my face is light so it's not too noticeable.  But I definitely have to smooth it down after I put on moisturizer.  So don't look too closely at my chin line, pretty please.   

3.  Perhaps my favorite part of my second trimester has been feeling (and seeing!) the babies move!  I am in awe of those little kicks and punches.  And it's pretty cool that Adam can feel and see them now too!  

Third trimester, here we come!