8w
Wow, can't believe I made it to the 8 week mark. For the most part, I have been in denial about this pregnancy. It just seemed like something I had to endure and that would be that. It hadn't really sunk in that this could somehow work and we could actually have two tiny little babies as a result. In the last two days I've come to realize that all this hell I have been through might somehow lead to two new members of this family. It is like I am finally not just this sick person, but I am someone who is sick because she is pregnant, just like every other pregnant person out there. At the moment, I am not feeling so positive about this leading to real live babies though. I know it is possible but at the same time, it seems so nearly impossible with my little half uterus and two babies fighting it out for space in there and no prior experience with my UU attempting this baby growing feat before.
I had an appointment today with the high risk OB group at the hospital in the city. Can't say I was really impressed. They told me a lot of things I already know, but did do a good job of not really scaring me. Of course he brought up concerns about babies running out of space or one baby far outgrowing the other. Also talked a little about preterm labor being likely just because I am carrying twins and even more likely with my UU. He mentioned that a "vanishing twin" is probably way more common than we realize so just to be aware of that. We talked about incompetent cervix a bit. From what I have heard on my messed up uterus boards, the girls there recommend having the cervix checked by u/s every 1-2 weeks from 14-24 weeks, or something like that. He will check it at 18 weeks, 21 weeks, and 24 weeks. They are able to do all my prenatal care and my delivery... at the hospital in the city. I am just really not wanting to have to deliver there. I know it is the place to be if there is a problem but there are also so many cons. Plus, if I deliver at my home hospital (or start having preterm labor or other complications) they will probably just transfer me to the hospital in the city if they can't handle it. The doctor there pretty much said that it isn't like they can really do much of anything other than monitor me and take precautions if things start looking bad. He said the only test to know how a uterus will handle being pregnant is to actually be pregnant and see what happens. It just seems like my OB can probably do just as good of a job monitoring me and telling me what precautions I need to take if I need to take them.
I have an appointment with the nurse at my OB office tomorrow and an appointment with the actual OB next week. I guess I'm gonna see what they have to offer. I might just decide that appointments with the high risk dr in the city aren't going to really be worth the hassle.
My appointment was early and I got back here around 9:30. I went to bed for a few hours and then just felt way too sick to get out of bed until about 1:15. I tried reading but couldn't even stand to hold a paper and try to concentrate on it. I popped a couple Zofran today because I got tired of near barfing.
The kids are starting to show the effects of me not being around. DS2, who is prone to bizarre behavior, has been doing something really odd that I don't feel like getting into. I am pretty sure it is some strange manifestation of how a three year old handles stress. We had a little talk today and he just broke down crying and sobbing on my shoulder. Thankfully I was feeling a little better at that point so I was able to just sit and hold him for awhile which I know is something he really needed. His whole life and routine and pretty much caretakers have completely changed recently. DS1 is handling things a little better, apart from being pretty whiny. He has always been mature beyond his years (in most situations). He likes to take care of me and has been more helpful than usual cleaning things up without being asked and just doing things for me while I rest. I am feeling guilty already about all the sacrifices my two little boys will have to make in their lives if this pregnancy really does result in babies. I told DH today that as soon as these babies get old enough to be able to leave them, I think we need to arrange to do some sort of big kid outing, no babies allowed.
I do have to say, I am so grateful for all the people around me. Never did I expect so much kindness. Maybe hoped for it, but never thought that so many people would be coming to my rescue. My mom has watched, fed, cared for my kids endless hours in the past three weeks, to the point that I really haven't even had to ask her to help, she just tells me that she is showing up and taking care of everything. My dad, who is getting up there in years and is getting a bit feeble himself, drove me to my appointment today (and one two weeks ago) and just sat around and waited (and by waited I mean he took a really sound nap on the couch in the hospital lobby). And my ILs. FIL arranging to freakin' fly me out of vacation! Insane. MIL and FIL staying with us all weekend, mowing my lawn, doing laundry and dishes... Of course DH has been awesome, shipping me off in an airplane and driving 13 hours with two kids and a dog in the car. Plus, the daily things he does which is pretty much everything that gets done around here. Little things even like my blind friend B who came to visit me at the hospital and made me take a walk and forget for two minutes how crazy my life has become. I've even got a friend stepping up to the plate and is bringing me dinner one night this week. It does kinda sucks that it has taken all this stuff for me to realize how good people can be. I think I need to work on that.
I had an appointment today with the high risk OB group at the hospital in the city. Can't say I was really impressed. They told me a lot of things I already know, but did do a good job of not really scaring me. Of course he brought up concerns about babies running out of space or one baby far outgrowing the other. Also talked a little about preterm labor being likely just because I am carrying twins and even more likely with my UU. He mentioned that a "vanishing twin" is probably way more common than we realize so just to be aware of that. We talked about incompetent cervix a bit. From what I have heard on my messed up uterus boards, the girls there recommend having the cervix checked by u/s every 1-2 weeks from 14-24 weeks, or something like that. He will check it at 18 weeks, 21 weeks, and 24 weeks. They are able to do all my prenatal care and my delivery... at the hospital in the city. I am just really not wanting to have to deliver there. I know it is the place to be if there is a problem but there are also so many cons. Plus, if I deliver at my home hospital (or start having preterm labor or other complications) they will probably just transfer me to the hospital in the city if they can't handle it. The doctor there pretty much said that it isn't like they can really do much of anything other than monitor me and take precautions if things start looking bad. He said the only test to know how a uterus will handle being pregnant is to actually be pregnant and see what happens. It just seems like my OB can probably do just as good of a job monitoring me and telling me what precautions I need to take if I need to take them.
I have an appointment with the nurse at my OB office tomorrow and an appointment with the actual OB next week. I guess I'm gonna see what they have to offer. I might just decide that appointments with the high risk dr in the city aren't going to really be worth the hassle.
My appointment was early and I got back here around 9:30. I went to bed for a few hours and then just felt way too sick to get out of bed until about 1:15. I tried reading but couldn't even stand to hold a paper and try to concentrate on it. I popped a couple Zofran today because I got tired of near barfing.
The kids are starting to show the effects of me not being around. DS2, who is prone to bizarre behavior, has been doing something really odd that I don't feel like getting into. I am pretty sure it is some strange manifestation of how a three year old handles stress. We had a little talk today and he just broke down crying and sobbing on my shoulder. Thankfully I was feeling a little better at that point so I was able to just sit and hold him for awhile which I know is something he really needed. His whole life and routine and pretty much caretakers have completely changed recently. DS1 is handling things a little better, apart from being pretty whiny. He has always been mature beyond his years (in most situations). He likes to take care of me and has been more helpful than usual cleaning things up without being asked and just doing things for me while I rest. I am feeling guilty already about all the sacrifices my two little boys will have to make in their lives if this pregnancy really does result in babies. I told DH today that as soon as these babies get old enough to be able to leave them, I think we need to arrange to do some sort of big kid outing, no babies allowed.
I do have to say, I am so grateful for all the people around me. Never did I expect so much kindness. Maybe hoped for it, but never thought that so many people would be coming to my rescue. My mom has watched, fed, cared for my kids endless hours in the past three weeks, to the point that I really haven't even had to ask her to help, she just tells me that she is showing up and taking care of everything. My dad, who is getting up there in years and is getting a bit feeble himself, drove me to my appointment today (and one two weeks ago) and just sat around and waited (and by waited I mean he took a really sound nap on the couch in the hospital lobby). And my ILs. FIL arranging to freakin' fly me out of vacation! Insane. MIL and FIL staying with us all weekend, mowing my lawn, doing laundry and dishes... Of course DH has been awesome, shipping me off in an airplane and driving 13 hours with two kids and a dog in the car. Plus, the daily things he does which is pretty much everything that gets done around here. Little things even like my blind friend B who came to visit me at the hospital and made me take a walk and forget for two minutes how crazy my life has become. I've even got a friend stepping up to the plate and is bringing me dinner one night this week. It does kinda sucks that it has taken all this stuff for me to realize how good people can be. I think I need to work on that.
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