3 Weeks 1 Day

Today there will be a long post- hey, I've got nothing but time.

So I had two minor contractions yesterday but my Doctor said that since I didn't feel them (they were picked up by the Doppler) they were probably Braxton Hicks. Of course every little ache and pain freaks me out and causes me to sweat and worry.

This morning, I awoke to my mother. She came to visit me and acted as if nothing happened last week. I remind you that she stormed out on Wednesday cursing me out and saying she would not return. This is after she spilled a cup of water on the table wetting my cell phone, blackberry and new laptop. Now instead of apologizing she blamed me for not having finished the water in my cup. Yes, I'm serious. That is how she has always been, since I was a child.

So anyway, she walks in and acts like nothing happened. She brought me new PJ's, and food. She has also been knitting me baby blankets and showed me her first completed one. It was adorable. I shrugged off the last incident because what else was I to do?

When my mother was in Israel months ago- before my grandmother passed away, her and my aunt went to a medium. They had heard great things about her. They told the medium that their mother was sick but did not elaborate. The medium opened her deck of cards, asked for my grandmother's name and immediately said that she had pancreatic cancer and would pass away soon. That was my grandmother's ailment. She went on and said that she would pass away when there would be a pregnancy in the family and that pg would produce a girl (I'm the only pregnancy in the family).
So my mother suggested that maybe we should call the medium over the phone from the US. I'm up for anything. It doesn't hurt. We called her and she told me to ask 3 questions, she asked for my birthday and my name and my mother's name and said to call her back in a few minutes. I asked about my babies/current situation, my husband, and my work.

I called her back and she started listing my personality traits- which were all dead on, but of course I wasn't convinced yet... that is until she said: "I see that this pregnancy was not natural- did you have invitro?"

Yes. She said that. My mouth dropped. I mean how would she come to that seeing as though I am only 26?

She said that a few weeks ago I was at risk of losing them but the danger is now over. She said that they will either be born either two weeks before December 19th or 2 weeks after. This means that I will at least get to 34 weeks. She also said that I will remain on hospital bed rest and that the birth would be a c-section. I asked if they would be healthy and she said yes. But then she said this:

"I know you said you are having two girls, but I see a boy".

Whoa.... a boy?

I told her that couldn't be right since I had a sonogram that confirmed two girls. She said that she sees a boy, but if there are two girls one will be very rowdy. She also said that motherhood would do such good for me and that I will be a great mother. It was nice to hear these things. These weeks in the hospital with a big question mark above my head have been driving me crazy.

A few nights ago I had a dream about said grandmother. I was in her house and she was cleaning (which is what she always did). Now, in my dream I asked myself why she was still in the house when her soul should have passed on. I made a mental note (in my dream) not to talk to her because I didn't want to encourage her to stay.

When we were talking to the medium, my mother asked about my grandmother. The medium said that her soul has not yet passed on and she it still in her home- because she hasn't fully grasped what had happened to her. The thing is, no one told her that she was dying. They felt that it was better she not know. The medium said her soul should be passing on within the next few months.
So I pretty much had chills, because she pretty much reiterated the dream that I had. Wow.


The medium said a lot of things about my husband that were dead on as well... so overall it was all great to hear. I mean I can take it with a grain of salt, but I am keeping it in my heart and hoping that it's true. That's all I have right now- hope.

Anyway my mother and I didn't fight today- which is a huge step for us.

Later on after she left, my husband arrived and we had a nice 20 minutes cuddling before two of my friends showed up unexpectedly with none other than pizza. That was so nice of them! This whole day was actually really nice. I'm feeling relaxed... as if maybe after all it will be OK?

3 weeks

I have now been in the hospital for 3 weeks. These weeks have been quite the roller coaster ride for my husband and I.

One minute I am a healthy, young woman who was finally pregnant after so much heartache, the next I found myself laying in triage speaking to a neonatal doctor who told me that if my girls were born that day the chances of survival were not good.

I mean, does this pain ever end?

So many of the blogs that I read are those of women who are if, and those who are finally pg. In many of those cases, the pregnancies are difficult and/or the babies are born early. Why do we always have to get the raw end of the deal? Believe me, we appreciate the pregnancies and the lives inside of us. So why continue to be tested?

Is it strange that I am in love with my daughters already? My belly is now filling with stretch marks and it makes me so happy. That means my girls are growing.

The other night my husband lay in my hospital bed with me and put his hand on the left side of my tummy (by baby a- the one that is less active than her sister). He rubbed my belly and said to her "kick daddy's hand". As I was explaining to him that they don't kick on demand, she kicked his hand! We laughed so hard! It's like, how can you not bond with that? I pick up my shirt and he sees them kicking my belly.

I have these tiny little miraculous lives inside of me and I am scared to death. Scared that if something were to happen, I cant stop it from happening. Every ache and pain is dissected by me. I worry non-stop, especially being in this state (laying down in the hospital with too much time on my hands, too much time to think). But the only thing I can do is stay positive.

My doctor (Dr. S) came in to see me this morning and said that he doesn't think he'll let me go home at 32 weeks either. He said that since the babies will weigh more then, this will put added pressure on my down to nothing cervix, and the chances of something happening are higher.

He took away my grain of hope. He said he would like to keep me here until 35 weeks (hopefully the girls will stay in that long) and our main goal is to get those girls out at a later date so that they are healthy. Yes, I understand that and I would like nothing more. But I was keeping hope alive that I would get to go home and be on bed rest there. It would be great if I could go home because then I could tell my hubby what to do with all the boxes (remember our house is still a mess). I just want a few me days before they are born- is that selfish? I want to go to the hair salon (because my hair has been a mess since I got here) and maybe get my nails done. I just want to pamper myself.

Don't get me wrong I know that my daughters health is the most important thing in this world. I just wish I had a few days for me. Laying here in this hospital bed does not constitute "me time". I also feel extremely weak. I am tired. When you lay around all day you feel like a rag doll.

I'm sorry my stories aren't entertaining, there isn't much to write about these days. Thank GD .

Hospital: Day 19

First of all: Thank You all so much for your advice and comments. Many of you help me in ways you never know.

I had mini nervous breakdowns the past few days. I don't know what it was, it was just horrible. I feel like I'm in prison with no privacy.

Doctor #2 from my practice came in today to talk to me today.

He pretty much gave me the facts:

1. They will not discharge me, if I choose to I have to sign myself out against medical advice. It pretty much means that they wont discharge me because if something goes wrong, I can sue them.

2. He said that he doesn't think anything will happen if I go home, but he cant guarantee that something wont happen either. He said that if my water broke at home, I could deliver right away- a foot might come out. Wow- I did not know that.

That alone scared the sh*t out of me. I wont leave.

But you know what killed me? As he was getting up to leave he said "Go watch Oprah"-to get my mind off of the situation. I could not believe my ears! First of all it was 12pm, and Oprah only comes on at 4pm- but that is not the point. It was like he was brushing me off, plus it was a little sexist in my opinion.

I looked at him and said "Go watch Oprah? What does that have to do with anything? " He said it didn't mean anything, just to watch TV and get my mind off of things. He didn't think I was going to react to that comment. He has no idea who he's dealing with.

I cant wait when my Doctor returns from vacation on Tuesday. He is great and wouldn't tell me to "Go watch Oprah".

My stretch marks are spreading and getting itchier. My husband went out to buy me some cocoa butter, I wonder if it'll work.

And although I know that this is very hard, I am thankful that I have reached 28 weeks. I just tend to cry when my husband goes home. It's hard to be here without him. He runs back and forth between work, school and the hospital. He is running on empty but he is such a trooper. He is amazing and I don't know how he does it. When I ask, he says "Well that's my job". How awesome is he?

My friend's do come by on occasion and try to lighten my mood. My mother did too until our crazy fight yesterday. It ended with her storming out of my hospital room vowing to not return- and you know what, it made me happy! That woman drives me insane and stresses me out. I don't really get along with her and I don't think I ever will. Its sad but it is what it is.

So anyway, I will keep on trucking and hope to GD that these girls stay in.

Hospital: Day 16

We all have our good days and our bad days.

Today was a bad day for me.

I am tired of these four walls. I need to breathe fresh air. I need to not be awoken at 8am by a plethora of people. The nurse, the pcts who constantly check my vitals, the cleaning man who sweeps my room, the woman who takes out the garbage, the man who mops the floor, the doctor, the woman who brings the breakfast, the woman who changes the linens. I am not kidding. All those people come in between 7am-8:30am. They wont give me my rest. I have no privacy. Even though I have my own room, there is no privacy in a hospital. My husband works all day or goes to school and I only see him for two hours a day. There is only so much you can go online or watch television before you lose your mind.

Yesterday and today I had the same nurses- the ones I dislike. They make it worse for me. They aren't mean, but they aren't friendly. They don't smile. It depresses me. One of the nurses this morning said that one of the resident doctors that examines the ultrasound results doesn't think that I need to be here. That made me think. I mean the truth is, I'm only here as a "precaution". That means that if I were home and felt contractions it would take me 20 minutes to get here as opposed to already being here if I stayed.

Is that reason enough to stay?

I really do try to remain positive but I am only human. I break sometimes. Its natural.

I was crying for about 2 hours today when my husband was here. I told the nurse to call the doctor who was on call from my practice today to ask her if I could leave. Of course it wasn't my immediate OB, it was another doctor who is so strict.

She called me back, was very stern and said that she would not discharge me, that it was her medical opinion that I stay- but I could discharge myself against medical advice. Then she went ahead and said that if something were to happen to my babies it would be on my head, and that my husband and family would blame me. Nice guilt huh?

She just came in and spoke with me as I was typing and layed the guilt on thick. She said that she wants to take me down to the NICU to see twins that were born at 26 weeks that have had one problem after the next. Heart failure, surgeries.... I told her not to use those tactics on me.

She said that when I came in I was in such bad shape that they had to give me the highest amount of meds to stop my contractions. She also said that they didn't think I would make it this long without delivering and went on to say that their practice deals with high risk pregnancies and had birthed the highest number of multiples in the surrounding area.

She said to talk to my doctor tomorrow and see what he says.

Of course I know what he's going to say. But I am cracking.

My husband says that I could do what I want, but that he would feel better if I stayed. He also said the one thing that got to me: "The babies are depending on you". I mean, what can you say to that?

So although I am losing my mind, I will stay.

I'm not superwoman, I break too.

Hospital: Day 15

Another day in the hospital.



The funniest/ scariest thing happened this morning.



Around 6am a nurse came into my room with a baby in it's little rolling cart. Since she didn't turn on the light, my room was completely dark. I was sleeping but I arose when she came in. I looked at the nurse and said that although the child was cute- it wasn't my baby. She said "Well how do you know- it's dark in here?" I answered that since I haven't given birth yet she couldn't possibly be mine. She said "Oh" and walked out with the baby cart.



OK now let me ask you this- if I had given birth to one baby and they would have brought that child into my room in the dark, how could I have known it was mine? Imagine I would have started breastfeeding?



So that was the scary part of it all.



Seeing that cute little baby made me sentimental but also jealous. I'm jealous of the women in the rooms by me that have their beautiful babies in their arms. I'm jealous that everything is now behind them and they have those crying little angels. Everything feels so up in the air with me. I don't know when my babies will come into this world, I don't know if they are healthy or not. So many questions. So many worries.



On a brighter note, I had my growth sonogram today.



Baby A (lazy baby like her daddy) weighs 2.3 pounds.



Baby B (mover and shaker like mommy) weighs in at 2.7 pounds.



Baby A seems more passive than her sister already- she's even getting less food apparently. Of course I know that being passive doesn't have anything to do with weight, but I'm not surprised.





The fluid in both are good and nothing has changed in my cervix. Again, no news is good news.

I'm now 27weeks and 3 days. I am blessed that I got here.

Hospital: Day 13

Its the little things that make us happy.

You know what makes me happy? These new red stretch marks on my belly. I had only a few white faint lines up until now. Last week I developed a few red stretch marks. This means that my belly is growing. This means that my tummy has grown since I got here- another two weeks in my belly. That is positive.

One of my doctors came in today and I am thankful when there really isn't anything to say. Everything is still stable thank G-D. He said that we have mini goals:

The first: To reach 28 weeks
The second: 32 weeks
The third: 34 weeks

So I have to look at the goal ahead of me. If all goes well, I will be a mother within 7 weeks.
Being immobile makes me feel like a hen, sitting and waiting for her egg to hatch. If I was out and about not on bed rest ,the time would just pass by quickly.

I have a need to nest and cant do anything about it. My apt is still unorganized and in boxes. I was only in my new apt for 6 days before I had to be hospitalized. My husband doesn't have time to organize as he comes directly to the hospital after school or work. But you know what- who cares? As long as my girls are in my tummy nothing else matters.

Hospital Ramblings

I have now been in the hospital for 10 days. Laying in bed all day really gives you time to think. Sometimes that's good, sometimes it's bad.

It's strange how things can change in a drop of a hat. I mean up until oct 7th I was fine. I was even one of the lucky ones that didn't have vomit induced morning sickness. Considering I am carrying twins - that's rare.

I mean yeah once I hit 4 months I started feeling run down- but that's normal. Who knew this was waiting on the horizon? I know that they stopped it in time and that things could have been so much worse- so believe me I am counting my blessings with each passing day.

The truth is, I really have nothing to complain about. My daughters are still safe and like I said, that's all that matters. It's strange how your priorities change once you become a mom. I don't know if I'm considered a mom quite yet, but I already feel like one. I felt like one when the neonatal doctor walked in and had that terrifying conversation with me. I mean, I'm their mother- I have to protect them!

Every 8 hours they monitor their heartbeats and strap a contraction machine to me. Finding both their heartbeats is quite a feat. One of my daughters is vertex on the left side of my body, the other is vertex on the right side of my body. Now, every time the nurse straps on the wires, the daughter on my left (Baby A) stays still and doesn't move. She isn't bothered by the echos the machine makes. Her heartbeat is always stable because of this. Apparently she is the polar opposite of her sister.

My daughter to my right (Baby B) goes nuts when they put the machine on her side to track her. She moves and kicks and will not stay still- I guess the sound freaks her out. Not once has she stayed still!

Its so funny how they already have personalities. Isn't that crazy? I mean they aren't even out yet! Every time this happens- which is three times daily, I am in awe of this pattern. That is when I feel most like a mother. How can I not- I mean its not like they are little pods that stay still- they have personalities and they respond to outside stimuli.

I was reading O* magazine and came across an interesting article. The part that got to me was when a woman said "I don't ask 'why me' when things happen. I say 'why not me'?"

I can pity myself and ask why have things not come easily for me. Why at age 22 did I have to have a fallopian tube removed? Why at age 23 did I have to have an ovary removed? Why did I struggle with infertility at such a young age when everyone around me just sneezes and gets pregnant? Why did I have to go through IVF? Why am I at risk to lose these babies that we so longed for?

But I wont.


Everything that I have gone through in my life has only made me stronger. The struggle to get pregnant has only made me appreciate this pregnancy and these lives inside of me even more. I mean, there are newborn babies being abandoned in shoes boxes because they weren't wanted. Those are the women I feel sorry for.

So yes, fertility is my vice, but what about all the wonderful things I do have? I have any amazing husband that I fall more in love with with each passing day. He was my childhood crush- we even have a photo of us together as children (he was 5, I was 3). I lucked out with this man and sometimes I feel as though I don't deserve him.
I work for a company I love and I have great family and friends.

And as long as my babies are inside of me- they are safe. If laying in this hospital room for the next 6 weeks is what I need to do for my daughters, I have no problem with that. My husband is here every day, I am comfortable and hey I even have Internet access now.

I cant help of think of my grandmother who passed away in June. She spent her last month laying in the hospital. Wouldn't it have been better for her to just go out and enjoy her garden on her final days instead of staring at the ceiling? This is the stuff I think about as I lay here. But you know what the comforting this is? When I was in labor and delivery that first day when everything was so scary and critical- I felt as though it would all be OK because my grandmother is watching over my daughters. That is what got me through and what continues to get me through these days.

Yesterday they thought that I might have been able to go home but first they needed to see a sono of the babies fluids and of my cervix.
The medical situation right now is that my cervix is very short. They say normally the cervix should be about 1.4 inches long. Mine is 1/2 an inch. They don't want to send me home in case something does happen. So here's to hoping they stay in. The doctor said I'm already at a better place today than I was last week. When I came in I was 25 weeks and 2 days. Now I am 26 and 5 days. But thank GD my cervix hasn't changed since I came in that day. Anything else and it would have been a disaster.

Each day inside is a blessing especially in these critical weeks. I am blessed.

Pre-Term Labor

Where am I you may ask? I am in the hospital- and where I have to stay for the next 6 weeks.

You have no idea what I have been through.


Saturday 10/6 was my husband's birthday. During the day we fixed up our apt a bit then went out with my parents for dinner at a Thai restaurant. That night I felt crampy but choked it up to the Thai food.

Sunday morning 10/7 (worst day of my life) I awoke and still had cramps. They didn't hurt but a nagging sense told me to go get checked out. Since my doctor doesn't work Sundays, there is always someone from his practice on call at the hospital. The doctor called me back and told me to come in as a precaution.

We drove in and waited for two hours for the doctor (all the while I was being monitored). None of the nurses let on that there was a problem so we thought that when the doctor returned from labor and delivery she would discharge me. When she finally came by she said I wasn't going anywhere- apparently I was in pre-term labor, was contracting and had dilated 1.5 centimeters. It was as if I was in a nightmare. They rushed me to the labor and delivery emergency room and then everything became a haze. They hooked me up to a contraction machine and I did not stop contracting for several hours. I was also hooked up to an iv that was pumping magnesium at the highest level. They connected a catheter to me and would not allow me to get up. A neonatal doctor came by and spoke to us about what would happen if the babies were to be born at 25 weeks- not good. 40% viability and if they were viable, there health would be horrible. I could not stop crying. It was bad. It was horrible. At that moment I truly felt like a mother- I worried so much for my babies. They gave me a steroid shot to speed up lung development just in case they had to be born. I couldn't sleep that night.


That morning the contractions had stopped although I was still immobile. I had stopped dilating as well- although a rescue cerclage was brought up. Thank GD I stabilized and was not in need of it. On Tuesday night they moved me to the maternity ward and showed me to my room. This is where I will be staying until I am at least 32 weeks.

I have not had any contractions since 10/7 and am on strict hospital bed rest- although they do allow me to go to the restroom and take a shower. I have a private room which is good and a private bathroom. The nurses come in a lot and put me on the contraction machine and heartbeat monitors every 8 hours for an hour at a time. They take my vitals and give me meds. I just thank GD that everything is stable.

My doctor said that he wants me here until I am 32 weeks which is about 6 weeks from now. Yeah, I am slowly going crazy here but its for a good cause. I watch television and read. My husband bought a laptop and it took a few days of troubleshooting the blue tooth software but we just got it to work so at least I have some sort of contact with the outside world.

My husband has been amazing. I have no words. He is here every day, brings me what I need and takes care of me. When I was confined to the bed he would help me use a bedpan and would then have to measure the amount of fluid that came out of me. He is amazing. I am in awe of his love every day.

So that's it for now. Its just me and this hospital room- but I am thankful. I am thankful my daughters are still in -utero where they are safe, at the end of the day, that's all that matters.

Yesterday while bored at work I surfed onto the Ch*ldren's Place Site. As I was looking at their clothes, I came across snowsuits on sale. Stress overcame me. I have NOTHING for my children and they will be here in a few short weeks. What kind of unprepared mother am I? I mean, up until this point their arrival seemed so far away. But since this whole "Bed rest" talk came up with my doctor, and with co-workers planning my shower and my daughters non-stop kicking (especially on the subway when I'm on the bridge) the reality of it all just set in.

I purchased two snowsuits, 2 coats, and a few random shirts. 'They were on sale' I told myself as I entered my credit card number. I mean, when will I have time once they're born to buy them snowsuits? It gets very cold in the winter here in New York, and that is when they should be arriving. Now, I know that this is normal to do but in my tradition you are not supposed to purchase anything for a baby before it is born. They say it is bad luck. And up until this point I have not purchased anything. But the feeling of being unprepared for their arrival just overwhelmed me.

I got home and told my husband about the purchase and started bawling. He said that we shouldn't buy anything yet and we should let them get here first. I told him that he doesn't live with the constant reminder that they will be here soon like I do (when they kick- or when I get up to do anything). He calmed me down and said that I shouldn't buy anything else.

I have just been feeling so overwhelmed and run- down lately. My house is still in disarray with boxes everywhere and still so many things that need to be organized and cleaned and I cant do a lot of it- not quick enough anyway. I work long hours and by the time I get home it's already 7pm. I seriously feel as though I have lost my mind the last couple of weeks. Maybe I'm in nesting mode and since nothing is organized it's getting to me? I dot know. I just have not been myself.

Last night my husband fell asleep on the couch. As I awoke him to come to bed, I started sweating. I asked him if he could hook up our air conditioner since it was still on the floor. He became so angry with me for asking him to do it while he was sleeping- but I just could not fall asleep feeling so warm. He finally got up and did it, but I feel guilty about asking him to do things. Since this pregnancy he is doing everything in our household. I physically cant do anything.

Today he told me that last night he just felt that I was asking too much (he had already sawed and attached a few shelves to our closet a few hours prior). I know it's a lot- but hey- am I not working hard physically as well growing these babies? Is it not taking a toll on my body? Am I not feeling run down every moment of the day?

I am thankful that physically my daughters are fine and this pregnancy is going well (B"H)- I have many blogger friends who are on bed rest and who have had a hard time during their pregnancies. I thank my lucky stars that I am still in commission at this point. But again, physically-each day is harder than the last. And I know that's normal- and I know that my doctor said that it will only become more difficult with the passing weeks. But I'm ok with that- knowing that once they are here, and I am able to heal, I will be on cloud 9. The physical hardship is taking a mental toll on me. So I am paying the price.

My husband looks at me as though I am from another planet and says he hopes that once the girls are here he will get his wife back. I miss me too- I hope I come back.

I'm sorry to be bitching in this blog, but it's just how I've been feeling lately.

I had my glucose test yesterday- and it wasn't bad at all. I drank the orange liquid in about a minute. I get the results next week. Later I had my sono done.

Both girls are face down, and measure and weigh exactly the same. Weight is about 1 lb 10 ounces, and both measure precisely 24 weeks, 4 days.

They seem to be doing fine in there.

I gained all together 31 pounds (12 just this past month) and my doctor said that was normal. I'm thinking that I will probably have gained 60 pounds after all is said and done. Not too bad. I told my doctor about my pelvic pain and my feet. He said it was very normal and that he would be surprised if I can keep working until my 8th month and said that when I'm ready he will give me a letter stating that I am in a twin pregnancy with pelvic pain (to give to HR) so that I will be granted STD. So I'm figuring I will probably be on bed rest as of Thanksgiving. I can only keep sitting at a desk for 9 hours for just so long (don't forget the two hour subway ride to and from work). 11 hours total. A day. This is a lot for me.

He also said that it's going to get A LOT harder and then said "Don't be surprised if you walk down the street and feel a stream of urine down your leg". What? Ive never heard that can happen. I mean it happens to me when I sneeze now, but just randomly? Whoa. That would not be great at work.

My poor, tired, husband sat there (don't forget he moved our entire apt the day before- and then awoke at 3:45am to go to work) and looked at me with pity in his eyes. He knows that physically I am not doing well. My body is doing all sorts of weird things. For example, I never ever had any odor from my feet, or when I go to the bathroom (I know TMI) but apparently that has now changed.

My pregnancy brain has also kicked in. At work I feel it the most. I forget things often and then try to reach in my memory banks to remember. If my boss asks me something on the spot, most of the time I am pretty sure I can recall the answer- so I answer. Then when I go back to my desk to research, I realize that I was wrong- and then I have to go and tell her. I just feel like I am not on top of my game and I feel bad about it. I know that its natural, but I am usually very professional and know what I'm doing, and I feel that it is affecting my work poorly. I know that next time when she asks, I have to tell her that I will get back to her on that- before I answer something that is wrong.

A friend from work is going to throw me a baby shower. I am very excited about it. She only told me about it because she needed to know who to invite from my new group (since I changed groups when I changed positions in may). So I told her who to contact in my group about it.. I guess it will be happening sometime in November (Since I may need to go on bed rest at the end of November). Since I'm registered I hope I do get a few things off my list. There are so many things to buy, I'm not even sure where to begin.

My best friend is also going to throw me a shower. Its nice to be celebrated by your peers. On Saturday night when I went out to a friend's birthday, the birthday girl, my best friend, and my best friend growing up all kissed my stomach as I was leaving. It's weird to be kissed on my stomach. I would never kiss someone elses stomach- no matter how close we were. When I told my mom, she said that it just means that my friends love me and love these babies. They are so excited about the girls since this is the first pregnancy within this group of friends- they say that my daughters will be their nieces. How sweet? Of course then they go ahead and make fun of my name choices for them and say that I shouldn't do that to the girls. I don't care, I am still sticking to my names.

Moving

Hey all- I have not blogged in almost a week which is a new record for me.

I had a very busy week at work last week, and yesterday we finally moved. It was a long day.

So we finally got the green light to move in and I received the keys on Friday night. Since my hubby works Saturdays and Saturday night we went out for a friends bday (at a very fancy steak restaraunt- I had steak for the first time in 12 years, since I dont like beef), we only had Sunday to get things done. We hired two movers and moved it all in 8 hours. Now mind you, we moved from the third floor to the first floor- same building!

But it all came together at the end. The apartment looks great, putting aside the bathroom of course. I didn't do much with regards to the moving- I physically could not do anything. My mom came by in the morning and stayed the entire time, cleaning an helping us move. It was really nice of her. Of course she did drive me crazy and drove me to tears- but hey, she helped.

So we have nothing left in our old apartment- it's barren, deserted. It was sad to see it that way- I mean, it was my first apartment.

My husband did so much work yesterday. I love him for working so hard and being so understanding with me (that I couldn't help). I just kept crying that I was of no help while everyone around me was running around moving it all. I just couldn't do anything. Physically, I have times when I am just in non- stop pain. My body hurts. It doesn't hurt if I lay down, but it hurts if I stand. It also hurts if I have been laying down for a while, and then get up. My pubic bones are giving out on me because of all of this extra weight. My feet are swelling, and so are my legs. I know that I am entering my third trimester so it's all good. I know that it's only for 3 more months or so. I will take this pain for my girls.

Today I have my glucose test. Yeahy..... I've heard yucky things about it, but the only exciting thing is that we get to see our girls on the screen and make sure they are alright. I just know that I have put on a lot of weight and will hear about it. But I feel that a lot of it is swelling. I truly feel bloated and tired.

Oh, I also made an appointment in my city for the end of the month( when I am 7 months GD willing) to have 3d/4d ultrasounds done. We will get to see them in live action, and get a DVD and pictures. Of course, insurance does not cover this, so it will cost us about $200, but I think it is so worth it. I'll probably cry when I see them on screen. I will post their pictures when I get them.

Anyway, my house is still a HUGE mess. We pretty much dumped all the boxes and bags in the girl's room for now. Organization will come later. Their room looks like it threw up. My mom said that she gets good vibes from our new apartment (which she didn't in our old one) and I like it too. I mean, I loved my old one, but this one has a lot of closet space and is all around larger and more spacious. It was weird sleeping there last night, but you get used to everything.