we went camping this weekend. hook really wanted to go and since now is as good (or better) time than any we decided to just go for it. initially i was looking at cabins. the camping experience without the tent. so i asked hook about this. straight from the mouth of the babe i was told camping involves sleeping in a tent, roasting marshmallows, and fishing. so we went with it. two nights in a tent at 5+ months pregnant with twins can’t be so bad, right? i planned accordingly and brought a bucket to use for my multiple evening trips to the loo. new air mattress. and a plan to have a great time.
friday we packed up the car, the dog, and the boy and headed north. after recovering from the immediate onslaught of swarming blood sucking mosquitoes we set up camp. and went for a little hike. where mr. magoo and cindy lou who may have suffered their first in utero bug bites. then m built a fire and we had dinner. and s’mores. i actually slept okay. no well but was really no worse for the wear. m was fighting off some nasty cold/illness/plague and was not feeling quite so happy with the accommodations. hook was not loving the tent sleeping either but we all made it through night one.
so we decided to go canoeing. i was nervous we would tip and neither the dog or myself would be able to get back into the canoe. that did not happen. but we still had a bit of a misadventure. it was windy. and hook really wanted to fish. so we paddled around for a bit. and then pulled over onto a sandy bank. hook hopped out. the dog hopped out. i went to grab the dog when she decided to start traipsing up into the woods. and then m hopped out to take a few pictures. and the wind blew. and well the canoe shifted off the sand and started floating away. not slowly. and not even in the direction of the water. i wanted to jump in and grab it but m said no. and it went further and further away. i was frustrated and wondering how we were going to get off the sandy bank and how we were getting back the canoe. so i threw on the life jacket and jumped in the water and started swimming. only i wasn’t really going very far because i was swimming upstream. so i had to turn back. a few minutes later some fantastic strangers hopped in their canoe and rescued ours. we reembarked and paddled around for a while longer. no harm, no foul. and nothing like the memories of me as the pregnant lady chasing the canoe.
the rest of the afternoon we just relaxed. the little wigglers are big fans of a particular chair we brought to camp. they kicked and moved around happily every time i sat in it. taught hook a card game. just all spent some quality time together as a family. more s’mores. and camp fire stories. mosquitoes reemerged in full force and we turned in early for bed. perhaps sleeping in a tent is not something we will be trying again anytime soon but it was fun. and memorable.
i like being pregnant. i can look down at my swelling belly and know that there are little humans growing in there. i can feel them kicking me and i know they are moving around in there. i love how hook asks to see my belly on a daily basis. i will never forget the look on his face this weekend when he was able to feel his sister kick him for the first time. or how he attempted to coax mr. magoo later with a whispered “come on little boy, kick for your big brother”. i like watching my body change from day to day and week to week. i enjoy how m checks up on me. and the cat has taken to laying as close to my belly as possible. i like actually looking like i am carrying the most important packages in the world within me.
and then there are some days when i feel like i am bad at being pregnant. when i feel like no clothing will ever really fit right again. and i am (still) nauseous . or having what seem to be non-stop braxton hicks. and there is constant worry in the back of my mind (and sometimes in the forefront). or when i realize that i am having a more difficult time doing ordinary things with my “not what it used to be” body. and i am confronted with the inability to find a comfortable position to sit or sleep in. and i am hot because my body has seemingly lost its ability to regulate my temperature in any meaningful way. but then i remember that all of these things are fleeting. they aren’t constant and they are in an ever present state of flux. i am doing what i can with what i don’t know. i haven’t been here before. it is all unknown to me. and at times it is scary.
but always – always – the good things remain. i tuck them deep into my pockets so i can take them out and look at them when things start to feel unsteady. or uneven. little reminders like the kicks in my belly that maybe i’m not so bad at this.
the little wigglers are officially twenty weeks! half-way point (though the doctor is expecting me to make to 36-38 weeks) so perhaps we are a bit ahead. it may sound trivial to some but to me it feels like an accomplishment of sorts!
thursday we had our level 2 u/s. lots of measurements. a chance to look at the two little wigglers for over an hour (perhaps it helps that they move constantly so getting a clear pic was not always the easiest). at one point i found myself thinking “wow there are really two little humans growing inside of me”. i mean of course i know that but seeing it is always something else entirely. mr. magoo was confirmed as a boy. and it would appear that he has a sister – cindy lou who
all looked good. a few minor things to watch on the part of mr. magoo but no real concerns expressed by the fast talking, somewhat frenetic perinatologist that followed up with us after the u/s. now its just a matter of incubating my little loves for an additional 16-18 weeks or so. and adjusting our lives as much as possible. one step at a time…
thursday i had a doctors appointment. bright and early. not a bad thing but my inability to get out of bed at a reasonable time these days serves to complicate this. that and hooks school/daycare is in the opposite direction of the office. somehow i managed to make it in time. did the usual nurse things – pee in a cup, blood pressure, and gulp, weight. apparently my little loves are growing well. or maybe its just me. regardless i am definitely gaining weight – not excessively but according to the doctor “my weight is great”. and i officially weigh more now than i have EVER weighed in my life. of course this is a good thing for the benefit of the babies but it is still a difficult thing to wrap my head around.
apparently i need more sleep. i knew this. or at least think this often while waking every 1-2 hours to use the facilities or toss and turn. i guess it was more obvious than i thought since the first thing the doctor asked was how i was sleeping. i said not so well. and he said that that was obvious. so we talked about possible things to make that easier – including taking uni.som or if need be a prescription. i am not really looking to take anything so i will see what i can do on my own. we also discussed migraines. only because they make me vomit. i said i didn’t want to take anything else for them since most medications are category c. doctor suggested a bit of caffeine and when i explained that was a migraine trigger he said “wow you are destined to go through you days in a fog.” i think he was trying to find something that could help but i will just deal for another few months.
now those look comfy don’t they? support hose. yup panty hose. prescription ones to help with swelling and keeping your legs nice and increasing blood flow. it was odd. the doctor assured me he doesn’t wear panty hose. i assured him that generally neither do i. i offered to wear running compression socks but apparently these are better. though this conversation led to him showing me his gold toe compression socks. does my insurance cover this? no idea. perhaps i should find out. we shall see…maybe once it is no longer 90 and humid outside.
does it seem like i just skirt the recommendations of the doctor or are these things just odd?
after all the chatter we moved on to measurements. my belly is measuring 22+ weeks at 18w1d. apparently this will get even bigger (up to 8 weeks ahead of a singleton). and we listened to heartbeats. both had the rhythmic chugging of a train that i love to hear. the doctor also talked about 2 sets of twins he delivered in the past 2 weeks. naturally. this was reassuring to me. i know a lot of twins are born at this practice. but sometimes it helps to hear about other ones. one set of twin had a baby near 7 pounds and one just over. for me the doctor is hoping for 5 to 5 1/2 pounds each. i am good with that. aside from that we talked about braxton-hicks (which i get on occasion).
and then i had to quickly leave the room to vomit – not from morning sickness (that was earlier) but from a migraine. scheduled for another appt in 4 weeks then we move on to every 2 weeks. next week is the level 2 at the perinatologists and maybe, just maybe, the mystery guest will allow us to take a peak (though i feel pretty certain its a boy)…