Life is Flowers

23 Weeks…  The New Frontier.  These are the voyages of the Edie Incubator.  Her 40 week mission:  to carry two little goober nuggets to term, to avoid vomiting on her husband, to boldly go where she has never been before.

I am now officially more pregnant than I have ever been!  This being my 4th pregnancy, one would assume that I would be a “pro” at this whole thing by now… but I have never actually made it this far… ever.  I am entering uncharted territory and I am so excited.   (or more appropriately, I am “cautiously optimistic” that this might actually work this time!)

My doctor’s appointment went well today.  My cervix is holding steady (just a small drop that the doc says is well within the “variable range”) and the babies are doing well.  We even got to view them on the cool 3D ultrasound.  I have to admit that I have always thought that the 3D imaging was rather disturbing… until I saw my own little goober nuggets on it.  I am in love.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I called the doctor yesterday because I wasn’t feeling right in the “girlie parts” area and I was afraid that something was wrong with my cerclage (in other words, I was worried that the babies were slowing ripping through my cervix and were going to fall out)   I was hoping just to go in for a quick check…. but instead I was sent immediately to the dreaded hospital.  They hooked me up to the monitors and we proceeded to sit in fearful agony for TWO HOURS before the doctor finally came in to see me.

Despite my extreme paranoia, my cervix and cerclage were  still intact… however, I am very glad that we went.  Turns out that I am having contractions!  Not good at 22 weeks!  At first, they thought that maybe I was dehydrated… but seeing that I practically drown myself in water everyday, I knew that couldn’t be it.  They ran some tests and found out that I have an infection which they think is probably causing my contractions.  Fun.  They pumped me full of IV antibiotics and sent me home last night with some more.  With some luck, the contractions will calm down once the antibiotics start to clear up the infection.  We are really lucky because it could have technically sent me into full-blown labor.  Super Fun.

Now I am just laying here staring at the wall and praying that the contractions will stop.  No pre-term labor for me!!

Geee, it must be great to lounge around all day in bed, eating bon-bons, watching TV, maybe switching it up every now and again and playing a computer game, and then flipping from your left to your right side.

So great in fact that you’re worried every time you roll over that your going to rip your cerclage out.  When you eat laying down you spill the contents of your food on the bed….and you.  Luckily you avoid hot liquids.  It must be great to get sore from lying down all day.  Oh! Then there is the worry over blood clots, loss of muscle mass, depression and a continual feeling of isolation being confined to your bed.  Only getting to see the outside world when you leave for your doctors appointment.  Even better for you is that, once an active participant in your family, now you watch from the sidelines and only get to participate should your family decide to grace you with their presence.

Best of all, the fear that every time you stand up, your babies are going to slip out tearing your cerclage along the way.  Yay!  Happy Thanksgiving to you….again and again.  Oh, and I know how much you love to cry.  Crying because of the overwhelming pressure on you.  Crying because of the pain.  Crying because less than 1% of the population can even understand what you are going through.  Crying because today is Alex’s birthday and he’s not here to celebrate it with us.  Crying because in just another week, it’s Chris’ birthday and she won’t be here to celebrate it either.  Crying because November is the worst month in history and knowing that it might just get worse before it’s over.

Geeee, you must be having the time of your life.

Happy Birthday Xander.