Week 16 here at Thurman Manor. I am actually calling myself that since I house 2 family members plus myself. I am hoping that these days I just don't look like I feel. Yep, still puking. Although I had a hiatus.
I wanted to document the differences between a single pregnancy and twins for a second:
1. Stuffy nose. With one child, I was forever stuffy, hard to breathe, just needed air. With two children, I sneeze 20 times a day, my nose burns, I have frequent nosebleeds and when I blow my nose, it looks as if someone was murdered. (gross I know, but I'm documenting!)
2. Headaches. With one child, I had occasional headaches. I thought they were pretty severe at the time. With two, I have 3-4 headaches a day. I've learned to just live with it, taking Tylenol when I can. Oh how I miss Ibuprofen.
3. Sleeping. Depends on the day at this point. Early on I would wake up at 3a.m. and never go back to sleep. Right now, I can sleep through the night if I don't get woken up. If I do, you can kiss sleep goodbye. Positions at 16 weeks are starting to get uncomfortable. Sleeping on my back is getting harder as my 4.5 inch babes sit on my bladder at night. They also have some weight on each side so I'm turning like a rotisserie chicken most nights.
4. Winded. I don't remember how winded I got with one, but with two, I can make it up to step 10 out of 13 at my house. At that point, I sometimes need a break. Already I'm dreading the months to come and the awful realization that I forgot something upstairs.
5. Memory. Its pretty much gone already. So sad. I have a standard excuse...I have two babies sucking out my brain cells this time. All I can do is apologize and move on.
I'm feeling anxious at this point because I have not heard or seen my children in about 2.5 months. The doc puts a microphone on my belly and finds one heartbeat...and that's good enough for him. I'm wondering if the kid on the left knows they're getting left out. I'm also wondering if the kid on the left is still there! Looking forward to week 19 when I get to physically see them once more. Funny how spoiled we get with technology. My grandmother tells me how they didn't know much of anything until the baby came out.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
13 weeks
It's the last week of my first trimester. The vomiting has not stopped yet. Its not continuous, but it is still there.
I had to share this moment from last night. Addison walked in on my latest visit with the toilet. She seems to be able to hear it from a mile away. It's hard to talk in the midst of that because I nearly pass out each time I start. But inevitably I have to answer the question: "Mommy, what's wrong?!"
Last night's answer was the same...the babies make mommy a little sick.
Her response was just priceless. She ran out of the room. A few moments later she returned with a porcelain doll that had a music box. "It's going to be OK mommy. I will make you feel better."
Then she wound up the music box and let the music play...to soothe me.
It was such a sweet gesture. Followed by the doll kissing me on the cheek as I sat recovering on the bathroom floor.
Definitely my angel baby.
I had to share this moment from last night. Addison walked in on my latest visit with the toilet. She seems to be able to hear it from a mile away. It's hard to talk in the midst of that because I nearly pass out each time I start. But inevitably I have to answer the question: "Mommy, what's wrong?!"
Last night's answer was the same...the babies make mommy a little sick.
Her response was just priceless. She ran out of the room. A few moments later she returned with a porcelain doll that had a music box. "It's going to be OK mommy. I will make you feel better."
Then she wound up the music box and let the music play...to soothe me.
It was such a sweet gesture. Followed by the doll kissing me on the cheek as I sat recovering on the bathroom floor.
Definitely my angel baby.
The Snowpocolypse of 2014
Yep...snowed on wednesday...was 70 degrees on Saturday. Georgia. Where you can live all four seasons in one week.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Fruit Basket
Every Saturday I pick up my phone time I wake up so I can see what developments are happening in my womb this week. Seems a little off that I have to refer to a web page for what's going on inside my own body, but alas I'd never have a clue if it weren't for all of these helpful web pages. So, today, I'm home to 2 kiwi. Last week it was limes. The week before they were prunes. I am just an ever changing fruit basket.
For those women out there who love pregnancy...more power to you. Personally, it's a pretty miserable time from constant sinus issues to problems with nausea and digestion and heartburn. Ugh. And now we've started the hormone headaches. It's just no fun. I live for visits to the doctor where I might hear or see my little ones.
But, we endure because - well, at this point we have to. :) That sounds bad but, if most women knew what they were really in for, they may not choose to have children. And I am totally confident that if child bearing were up to men - the human race would cease to exist.
OK, enough of my whining.
My kiwi's and I will endure one more week and finish out this first trimester where hopefully some of these symptoms will disappear.
For those women out there who love pregnancy...more power to you. Personally, it's a pretty miserable time from constant sinus issues to problems with nausea and digestion and heartburn. Ugh. And now we've started the hormone headaches. It's just no fun. I live for visits to the doctor where I might hear or see my little ones.
But, we endure because - well, at this point we have to. :) That sounds bad but, if most women knew what they were really in for, they may not choose to have children. And I am totally confident that if child bearing were up to men - the human race would cease to exist.
OK, enough of my whining.
My kiwi's and I will endure one more week and finish out this first trimester where hopefully some of these symptoms will disappear.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Entering Human Kind
Today, I'm 10 weeks along. Today we go from being an embryo to an actual fetus. I'm guessing because the tail is gone and most of the orifices are there, this marks the graduation into the human race.
We had another sonogram at 8 weeks and everything looked wonderful. In fact, Dr. Servy released me to go to my regular OB. I think it's very early compared to Addison. I was sure that I stayed through my first trimester with her, but I'd have to check the records. That was 6 years ago.
I know its early but I am sure that I feel them. Every now and then a tiny little thud in my uterus. I recognize it this time so I'm confident it's not gas. I've spent a great deal of time planning this week...in my mind. I have rooms to ready, not just for the babies, but for Addison. She has to move. I have equipment to get and being on this ride for a second time, I will not be pulled into the trap of all this expensive baby equipment. I am going to be a craigslist guru. Already I've registered on Amazon because everything is so much cheaper there.
On a personal note, I'm still scared to death. I often ask other mothers how they love their other children as opposed to their first. Addison is my world. Sometimes I wonder if there's going to be enough of me to go around. I'm pretty sure that its just like in the story of the Grinch that stole Christmas (strange analogy I know), My heart will just grow two more sizes to accommodate all the love that I will have for these new children. It's an honest concern I think. Maybe one that some mothers don't voice, but I know I'm not having an original thought here.
Addison is still so excited. She is precious each time she kisses my belly. She tells me she loves the babies and that she is excited that they are coming. She melts me and her excitement is part of what makes this bearable. I am not a great pregnant person. I hurt and I ache, a lot. There is never any part of my day where I'm not reminded that I'm pregnant. I am sick a lot with this pregnancy and I hardly ever throw up in normal life. But between my Addison and Michael who literally thanks me daily for doing this for our family, I can bear it all. I try not to think about my skin stretching even more than last time or the fact that I will not sleep at all the last 3 months due to TWO bouncing babies who like to move at night. Nor do I dwell on the post-partum weight loss or the hideousness of my after-twin belly. I just look at my daughter and my husband and think to myself...we are a family. This is my family and for them I would move heaven and earth. As my family grows, as I grow, as my heart grows.....I will find the relief in them.
We had another sonogram at 8 weeks and everything looked wonderful. In fact, Dr. Servy released me to go to my regular OB. I think it's very early compared to Addison. I was sure that I stayed through my first trimester with her, but I'd have to check the records. That was 6 years ago.
On a personal note, I'm still scared to death. I often ask other mothers how they love their other children as opposed to their first. Addison is my world. Sometimes I wonder if there's going to be enough of me to go around. I'm pretty sure that its just like in the story of the Grinch that stole Christmas (strange analogy I know), My heart will just grow two more sizes to accommodate all the love that I will have for these new children. It's an honest concern I think. Maybe one that some mothers don't voice, but I know I'm not having an original thought here.
Addison is still so excited. She is precious each time she kisses my belly. She tells me she loves the babies and that she is excited that they are coming. She melts me and her excitement is part of what makes this bearable. I am not a great pregnant person. I hurt and I ache, a lot. There is never any part of my day where I'm not reminded that I'm pregnant. I am sick a lot with this pregnancy and I hardly ever throw up in normal life. But between my Addison and Michael who literally thanks me daily for doing this for our family, I can bear it all. I try not to think about my skin stretching even more than last time or the fact that I will not sleep at all the last 3 months due to TWO bouncing babies who like to move at night. Nor do I dwell on the post-partum weight loss or the hideousness of my after-twin belly. I just look at my daughter and my husband and think to myself...we are a family. This is my family and for them I would move heaven and earth. As my family grows, as I grow, as my heart grows.....I will find the relief in them.
My main squeeze
I went on my first field trip with Addison. We went to the Maxwell Theatre at GRU to see a really amazing Christmas dance show. I was impressed that something of that caliber was put on here by a local dance company. Needless to say, the kids were hopping and the music had a beat. Together, it was an amusing mess.
Lest I ever forget, Addison's first two little friends, Kate and Margaret. I'm not quite sure who the little boy is, but he's a smart one...in the midst of all those beautiful ladies.
There were lots of long days this Christmas season. They just wore my precious out.
I am always happy to attend Christmas parties. It's a highlight of the season for me. I love the food and the fun and usually the drinking. Although this year I was totally curbed by my two new additions I'm carrying. It just made for a really really fun night for Michael with his personal driver.
Yeah. It's a cow bench. But she wanted her picture taken on it. Who am I to argue? Plus she takes such a good photo....even with a cow.
A more plastered smile with Santa. She's still a firm believer, but just doesn't quite trust these men in red.
We had a fun and full Christmas with the Jeffcoats. These girls could not get enough of each other. I know each of them wishes she had a sister, so they were literally inseparable. Such an amazing thing to witness.
It was our first real Christmas tree since we've been married. I loved it despite the falling needles. The smell was glorious and just so much less trouble that pulling out the 9 ft gargantuan fake tree in our attic. I was too tired this year to put up any other decorations besides what you see here. I really hate that we didn't go all out like we usually do with the lights outside, but it was literally impossible. These babies are zapping the life out of me.
And lastly, who needs playground equipment when you have lawn equipment. Just as much fun! Look how happy she is.
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