Friday, September 30, 2011

25 weeks!

We have two (very active) eggplant or rutabaga sized babies!  Up a few more pounds and officially weigh more than DH (he thinks this is pretty cool).



Glucose tolerance test was today, though we have to wait for them to call with results.  My stitched cervix is still holding tight, and we are now a mere 10-11 weeks from releasing the gate.  We'd obviously like to keep these babies cooking as long as possible for their sakes, but the cerclage needs to come out before I go into labor and there is a chance that my body will decide that's the time to let them loose.  We don't have an exact date yet for the removal, but 35-36 wks is Dec. 9-16.  Though I have heard of people having to be induced weeks after having it removed (oh the irony!), I'm guessing that won't be us.  I've also made the mistake of reading up on the removal process, which apparently is terribly painful.  I don't really care about that much, but I had no idea that it's because the cervical tissue actually starts to grow around the stitches (eek!).  Good thing we are closing up shop after this because it's going to be in even rougher shape than before.

It's been a good week.  My younger sister came in from NYC to hang out with us for my b-day and help out this week, which has been wonderful.  I don't want her to leave... :(  But she is starting a great new job on Monday and I'm very proud of her.  My mom and eldest sister are now here as well and will be until Sunday.  I have actually now finished a project on bed rest...  I finally put all the many twins' u/s pics into an album.  I also went to the dentist (shh, don't tell anyone) and was not only thrilled with how excited they were for me (and for my great report), but that the sweet hygienist who I commiserated with a year and half ago is getting ready to have a baby boy (w/the help of IVF).

In case you haven't been to the end of Long Island, here are few pics from our August, but seemingly forever ago, trip to Montauk...



and Southampton beach...

DH much preferred the Hamptons to the Cape and Islands, which made me kind of sad.  But after 15 years going there, maybe I could use a change.  He suggested we start rotating our favorite destinations now that we'll have new little people to share them with, which may be a healthy compromise.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

New England Holidays

For the last five years, I've been having a blast showering my nephews and niece (and now soon to be nieces) with the great holiday gifts from L.L. Bean.  Personalized needlepoint stockings, monogrammed boat and tote bags, and their kids holiday gifts (wooden sleds, radio flyer walkers and trikes, etc.).  After all this time, now it's actually and finally time to start thinking about buying these things for our own kids. 

I'm looking at the new gingerbread stocking for baby girl and the train stocking for baby boy (like his big cousin Ben has).  My sisters and I all had/have homemade personalized knit stockings growing up (each with a different design) and they are much more fun than the classic but plain damask ones we have from Restoration Hardware.




And now they sell tandem sleds!  Isn't it the cutest?!  The question is do I need it or does my sister (w/#4u5 on the way)?  I guess that would be a way to get the single sled back... ;)
And even though now I live far away, and am ironically confined to bed, I'm following along (electronically) with and remembering my now so long ago runway days at Boston Fashion Week, which as they say is "wicked smaht".


Monday, September 26, 2011

The virtues

I love love love these, and they just became available to buy in her Etsy store...


From here, found here...

Friday, September 23, 2011

24 weeks!

Since I don't get to have another u/s for three weeks,
here's what the twins are supposed to be looking like in there at 24 weeks. 
I had a great check-up yesterday.  I'm up 24 pounds on their scale, and she was very happy with my cervix/stitch.  She commended me for being so good about bed rest, as she could tell I haven't been cheating.  I will have my glucose tolerance test next week, since I was just short of 24 wks at my visit.  

For the first time since I left my job in April, I've thought lately that I sort of wish I was still working, though I don't miss my job.  I had no problem keeping busy this summer, but it is difficult day after day when you can't do anything that you want or need to do.  I don't have many sedentary hobbies, as I don't usually sit still for long, but I guess I need to get some.  I might as well be working and at least be collecting a paycheck (or at worst disability) to lay here cooking babies.  Oh well...

We really weren't sure at all over the last five weeks of touch and go whether or not we would get this far, albeit a somewhat arbitrary milestone since we are not anywhere near a good place to be having these babies, but we are obviously very thankful that we have. 

Four weeks of bed rest down and twelve more to go before the cerclage comes out. 

A week of many milestones...  turning 35 this weekend (eek!) and my sister is coming to visit from NYC to hang out for the week.  Yay!  My mom is coming down to join us for a few days too.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Life on bed rest

I know this is going to be just thrilling for you to read, but in case you're wondering what life on BR is like...

I've been sleeping downstairs in our guest suite for some time now. First because of the oppressive heat, now because my OB said that if I'm going to do any stairs, I only can only do them once a day, so I just live downstairs now because it's easier.

After I get up, DH pops his head in each morning to see if I'm ready for breakfast (I always am)

He makes me my first breakfast, brings it to me in bed, brings me fresh water and my day of snacks and goes and makes my lunch for the day (I'm not allowed to do any food prep). Then he's off to work. :(

I start my day... TV on, checking e-mails/voicemail messages, talk on the phone, cruise around online ordering anything I can that can possibly save DH errands (latest: stamps). Fold any laundry that DH has done and brought to me.

At some point, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I do this quite a bit and it's the most I'm up all day.

At some point, I bathe. Sitting in the tub.

I head to the kitchen to eat lunch, usually picking up the mail (a daily highlight) on the way.

Afternoon nap (sometimes)

Now that we have the nursery set up next to the guest room and we brilliantly got a high backed glider/recliner, I can now camp out in there for a change of scenery to lay and read and listen to the Ipod player, play with my Ipad...

DH comes home and makes dinner and I move to the couch in the family room, which is open to the kitchen, so we can catch up on his day. If he has to work late, I go and get something to eat that he has prepared for me.

Repeat for the next three months...

Friday, September 16, 2011

Our fifth wedding anniversary


“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.”   -Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Weekly/post-op check-up and (almost) 23 weeks

We went back to the OB today for our weekly and first post-op check and I have to say it was fabulous to get out of the house.  I am also feeling better today than I have since the surgery, which is very welcome, as my recovery was hairy there for a few days.  I also got my weekly 17P shot and my annual (non-live/thimerosol-free) flu shot for me and the babies. 

The babies look spectacular.  They are up to 1lb.6oz. and 1lb.4oz. and have HB's in the 150's.  Both are measuring ahead/on track as before.  The tech was impressed that they already seem to be doing some respiratory exercises, which is a good sign.  My belly is measuring 27 weeks, and while it is definitely getting bigger, I know I still have a lot of growing left to do.  My pesky cervix (or should I say my stitch) is holding tight.  They stitched me about 1.5cm up my cervix last week and I now have another 5mm closed above that, the rest is hugely funnelled and has a big baby boy head bouncing against it (he takes after his dad). 

My Dr. was very happy with how it looked, but she reminded me not to get cocky (who me?) and that as I sat there in front of her to enjoy the treat (of sitting upright she meant).  That stitch is the only thing keeping the babies in there where they need to be for the next three plus months.  So back on my side I go.  Though I will be going in for weekly checks from here on out, sadly we'll be going back to only having an u/s every four weeks.  I will miss seeing the babies so much.  They are busy beating the crap out of each other in there.

Baby Boy peeking his nose through the pea soup and showing us his big hands

Baby Girl just looking cute

It's hard to believe I'm three weeks into bed rest already (and only three months to go...)  DH fabulously went and got me an IPad to help me pass the time while on bed rest, which even though I have a laptop, makes doing stuff while in bed easier and more fun (and easier on my carpal tunnel wrist). 

I had a really tough day earlier this week when I think the realities of four months of BR really hit me and I actually thought about all the things that I am not allowed to do for the babies and myself during this (my only full) pregnancy as I had planned or was doing already.  No more acupuncture, massages, chiropractic, exercise/yoga, childbirth/BFing/CPR classes (though we can do some online, my OB said she'd be thrilled if we got to a point where were delivering full term babies and were woefully unprepared... :/).  Then of course there's all the other stuff: shopping (which I'm trying to do online), maternity photos, shower(s), etc. which will all also not be happening.  We will do something after the babies arrive and are big enough for a party.  I thought infertility was isolating, but in reality so many people deal with that, it has nothing on extended bed rest.  Good luck finding someone who has been on BR for four months.  As my pg infertile friends go about their lives, I get to lay here with my bottom 1% of the bottom 1% baby carrying body.  So we're back in survival mode, where my plans and expectations of what I should and can do for optimal results are put aside for more basic objectives.

I'm concerned what kind of functional shape my body is going to be in in December when it comes time to labor, deliver, and recover.  And then of course I'll need to be in top form to take care of two babies, after having been laying in bed atrophying for four months.  Obviously way less than ideal, but that's the hand (or rather cervix) we've been dealt.

DH is amazing and my family been really great too.  My mom, step-dad and eldest sister are stopping by this weekend for a quick visit on their way through town, though my mom will be back again, and I have plans for my other sisters and my dad/step-mom to come and help us out in the coming weeks and months.  We are still working on getting MIL (and maybe even BIL) visas to come later.

I've been a busy bee ordering stuff for the babies.  The glider/recliner is being delivered tomorrow and we've got the double snap and go and Maclaren twin techno on their way as well.  I was going to wait on these, but when you've got nothing to do but look for deals, I sure can find them.  We just got our Maclaren rockers as well.  The nursery is actually coming together quite nicely.  DH just needs to put together the 2nd crib and the shelves.  And even though bed rest will save me a lot on maternity clothes, I ordered a bunch of basics to get me through from Old Navy.  It is also very unlucky for my bank account that Janie and Jack (clothes), Zutano (socks, ty Haute Look), and Giggle (et al) are happy to ship me whatever I want.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

9.11.11

A decade on, we mourn, we reflect, we remember 9.11.01... 

Ten years ago today, I was in Spain with my then boyfriend on a Kellogg GIM (Global Initiatives in Management) trip that he had organized for his class.  We had spent several wonderful days with the group in Barcelona and that afternoon (morning in the U.S.) we all went to the airport, where he flew to Stockholm to finish his trip and I flew alone to Madrid (where the group had been before Barcelona) to hang out until he returned to meet me there the next week.  I was to later that week travel to Marbella to meet up with some his/our school friends who were flying from the U.S. on 9/11, which of course didn't end up happening as the airspace was closed for days.  Several other SO's were headed back to the U.S. that day and they ended up getting diverted back to Europe to wait out the aftermath.

My plane took off at just before 3pm Spanish time, the same time that the first plane hit the first tower.  It was an odd flight at the time (the Iberia plane reeked of cigarette smoke, the guy next to me was really strange), and then in hindsight of course I realized that the pilot must have known what was happening while we were in the air, but none of us knew.  It was only after we landed and I took the train (passing through the station that would later be another terrorist target) to my little hotel in the center of Madrid, that I saw what had happened and by then the towers had both fallen.  The only English channel that I got in my room was BBC Europe, so I watched them play back what had happened for days.  Watching the BBC now (which DH likes to do) still reminds me of those days I spent alone in a country where I didn't know anyone and didn't speak the language.

I knew as soon as I saw what had happened that people I had gone to school with were surely in those towers.  Two of my classmates died that day.  Two young men who were fellow econ majors and graduated with me in 1999.   I had decided not to take the popular route from our program to work on Wall Street, but both of them had.  One was getting ready to get married at the time and the other was the "man with the red bandana", who was written about so widely after the attacks, having gone back up the building several times to save others and was finally found months later with rescue workers in the lobby of the south tower.

It wasn't until the next day that I finally got out and decided to try to make the most of my trip.  I went to the Museo Reina Sofia and when I happened upon it, spent a lot of time standing in front of Guernica, Picasso's famous war painting, knowing that this must be what scenes back home looked like and that we were at and now would actively be going to war.


I was able to reach home via cell phone and did have some luck connecting with others via the internet cafe near my hotel, but I didn't hear from the boyfriend for days.  After a year and half together, we were newly living together back in Chicago, and it was certainly a definitive turning point in our relationship.  Apparently he was busy dealing with the overwhelming job of dozens of seemingly worldly, but at this time completely panic stricken group of students he was leading, and he knew I was/would be fine.  When he finally met me in Madrid, we took the train to Seville and then drove around Portugal for another week trying to make the most of the trip we'd planned for months.

I had left my job in July, primarily to travel around with him (we were supposed to be in NYC in Aug.), and now the economy which was already bad would get much worse.  So when I got a job offer in the spring of 2002 in Boston, to undertake the unpopular task of raising money to help recent immigrants in the time after 9/11, I decided that as much as we loved each other, things were probably not going to work out the way we wanted and I moved back there without him.  That summer, after he graduated (a degree he rightfully credited to me), he came to visit and we very tearfully said goodbye.  He lives and works in Argentina now and still sends me a happy birthday text every year.  Oh the people who shape our lives and memories...

Friday, September 9, 2011

22 weeks!

The babies are now the size of papayas (or spaghetti squash, depending on whether you prefer fruit or veggies ;) ) and should both be over a pound by now.  To say that the last three weeks (since I lost my mucus plug and everything has gone downhill) have been crazy would be an understatement, but honestly like all the shit we've been though the last few years, I think we are doing pretty well.  I'm starting to feel better (finally) and hopefully after this especially crazy week, the weekend will give DH some breathing room to not feel like he's living on a tilt-a-whirl (remember those?), though he's got a lot to do. 

Now that we are hopefully in a better place, I do feel bad that I can't do anything to help him out around the house.  In addition to working FT+, he is now responsible for making sure I'm taken care of and that all the house chores and errands are done.  He, as usual, is handling everything with great aplomb.  As we near our fifth wedding anniversary next Friday, I am reminded again that marrying him is one of the very best decisions I've ever made.

I went in for my first 17P shot today and while it was a little scary getting out and about for my only allowed weekly furlough from my house arrest, it was really nice too.  The irony now is that when I see pregnant women on the street, I don't envy them for being pregnant, I envy them for being able to walk down the street, something I obviously took for granted before.  But thank goodness for internet shopping...

Thursday, September 8, 2011

On not working

Thanks Linda for the post topic!  She was wondering about my decision to leave my job for our latest cycle.  This came after the decision to take an unpaid leave of absence for my fresh cycle last November, which I think helped me then. (see "what we did" post from December)  I apologize in advance that this is long and rambling, but as you can see it wasn't a decision that we came to quickly or without a lot a crap going down first.

Back when we were planning to cycle last Sept/Oct (after my last septum/lap surgery and before my FIL passed away unexpectedly delaying our cycle to Oct/Nov), I had spoken with my boss about what we were doing and that I'd like to take some time off to focus on our cycle.  He was very supportive, having a brother who with his wife had been through the IVF process as well (they now have twins).  I then had to spend a lot of time with HR to try to figure out how to make it work.  They wanted me to apply for STD, which I knew I wouldn't, and didn't, qualify for, as my RE would only write me out of work for ER and ET (two days).  I finally ended up taking a personal leave, when we got to cycling in November.  I gave up those weeks of my salary and that portion of the year's bonus, but I didn't have to use any of my PTO time, which I cashed out when I left the company.  After doing some research, I also requested that it not count against my 12 weeks of guaranteed time for FMLA, since it was obviously our plan to get pg and need that time for maternity leave, which would have been paid through STD and my saved PTO.

I found out I was pg over Thanksgiving and returned to work the next week.  I worked for just over a month before we lost that pregnancy.  My boss was then very understanding and let me take a week off (off the books) and then I came back to work partial days for the next.  After DH returned from India, we began our recovery and planned for our next/FET cycle with our two remaining embryos from our cycle, it became increasingly apparent to me/us that we needed to focus our energies even more on what we doing. 

Originally, I was meant to be on the road for work from late Jan-April (my 2nd tri for my 1st pg, which I thought would work out, though the pg didn't), but then in December found out that this would be delayed.  After I returned to work in January after our loss, it turned out that the powers that be were considering delaying the roadshow launch even further.  I had an honest discussion with my boss, my former boss (who was still leading the project, but was now on a new team), and my boss's boss about how our plans to cycle again would be our priority and that I would need to have someone fill in for me on the road if I needed to be home for appointments on certain days.  They were supportive, but honestly the project was so unstable at that point, that I think they were just agreeing to whatever I was saying because they needed me to stick around and help get it off the ground whenever that time came.

I don't remember exactly when DH and I started talking about me leaving my FT job completely.  I think I brought it up sometime after the new year.  I had been unhappy for some time and a lot had happened since I had started there in the fall of 2009, which was when we began our first treatment cycle.  I had completed a mini-MBA program in Feb 2010, which my employer had helped to pay for, so I was obligated to stay on for one year after that, to avoid having to repay those funds.  I was also looking forward to collecting my annual bonus at the end of March, which I was definitely sticking around for.  So this became our new target.  Sometime in late winter, they decided to cancel the roadshow for my project completely, which was somewhat of a relief, but also upset me given I'd devoted 18 months of my life to this project, and it was pretty clear that they were screwing up the launch.  I made it known that I didn't agree with this decision and at some point a new, scaled back launch plan was suggested.  I again reminded everyone that I would be available only to the extent that whatever schedule they came up with didn't interfere with what we were doing. 

It wasn't until mid-March that we were able to begin meds for our FET, given the time required post-m/c to regulate and get back on track.  By this time, I was counting down the days.  At the end of the month, I got my evaluation, bonus and raise, and after leading the training session that was to replace most of our roadshow, gave my two week notice.  I worked until mid-April, two weeks before our transfer.  Another reason why I was comfortable leaving without another job lined up, was that the consulting firm I had worked for before I went over the corporate side in 2005, said that they had work for me to do.  I did my first, and what has turned out to be only, project for them immediately after I left my FT job.  This was the intense project in Vegas that almost cause me to miss my grandfather's funeral in April.  After this and getting pg w/twins from our cycle, I have opted not to do much in the way of work which is good now that I'm totally out of commission, though I have been networking, with another consulting firm adding me to their roster of contractors.

We had used the rest of our $15K lifetime max for infertility treatments, through DH's work, on our fresh cycle, so we knew we'd be OOP for whatever came next, unless/until I found a new job with IF benefits.  We had saved up enough to do several cycles OOP, if that became necessary.  I also did a ridiculous amount of research and even applied to work for companies where IF benefits were available.  Given our age, history, focus on having a family (not having kids has never been a viable option for either us, and we have discussed adoption at length), and ability to live on one salary since we live below our means, while we figure out what is going to happen, it made sense for us. 

Though long term given my earning ability, which is significantly more than the cost of having someone else care for two kids while I work, I will likely go back to work in some capacity by the time the kids are two/in pre-school in order to help provide the comfortable lifestyle that we'd like to provide for our family.  Those 529s don't fully fund themselves unfortunately...  And unlike someone I was reading the other day in response to determining their family size, I won't expect my kids to just be thankful to be alive, even though there is no plan/ability to take care of them adequately.  This might be the single most ridiculous and irresponsible thing I've ever read, and I know all about this first hand.  They should expect some support from their parents in making something of themselves.  I don't expect them to start working at 12 or work three jobs through college, like I did.  But unless we have a family, the money really means nothing and the things that it can buy (besides IF treatments, of course) can wait.  But my biological clock doesn't stop ticking...

Now that I'm on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy, I (and all my Drs.) are very glad that I'm not having to deal with an employer.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Emergent cerclage for incompetent cervix

The title pretty much says it all, but this is what we've been up to for the last few days. 

I had my regular cervical check yesterday and the u/s showed that we had regressed to where we had been a week before (short: ~2.5cm and funnelled to ~1cm), but upon the manual check by the OB, she found that she could get her finger up into my cervix.  She sent me to L&D immediately.  By the time we got to Prentice and got checked again (a few hrs later), I'd dilated to 1cm.  They finally gave us the option to get a cerclage.  We said, yes please.  By the time I got in the OR a few hours after that, I was dilated to 2cm.  They stitched me up tight after giving me a spinal, which was not terribly pleasant and hurts like hell now.

I spent the night in the hospital for the first time ever, with DH and my mom (who just happened to be passing back through town again), and it was a rough one, I'm still exhausted.  My room, ironically, looked out over the MCA, where DH and I had our first date almost seven years ago.  My OB, Dr. Levin, came by this morning to discharge me (she had been on vaca during my recent adventures) and we decided to do not only full bed rest and weekly checks, but also weekly IM progesterone shots, which will be administered in the office.  The compounder is sending it off to them, so I will go in either tomorrow or Friday for the first one.

Still having lots of aches and pains and hoping that time and rest will help me feel a little more normal.  Almost 22 weeks! :)

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Lessons from the flip side

I know some of you are already moms and others of you are still working on it, and then some of you are happily neither and just following along.  I think a lot about how people cross over to the other side when they've dealt with infertility (and loss as well), as it can be a somewhat contentious issue among infertiles.  My stance has always been that no one (infertile or not) should ever feel guilty or apologize for their good fortune in getting pregnant.  I'm not just saying this because we have been lucky enough to get pregnant again, but because I've lived quite happily with other people's success, for years now.

For many dealing with infertility, getting pregnant seems like a huge accomplishment, which it is, but sadly the really hard work is just beginning.  Depending on your dx, and many don't have one definitively, pregnancy may be as easy as it can ever be and for others, not so much.  Which seems to reek of something amiss in the karmic space, but these are not necessarily unrelated.  I was, of course, very recently reminded of this, yet again. 

The key causes of my infertility, as far as any of our RE's can tell, are hormonal and structural.  My body goes easy on the making of estrogen and progesterone, which is no minor detail, though it strangely doesn't result in odd cycles.  And after a cervical biopsy 13 yrs ago and my uterine malformation (a giant septum) and two resection surgeries (and a polyp surgery w/a D&C), my baby carrying equipment is in a relatively sad state.  These are two things that unfortunately for me, don't stop being an issue just because I'm able to get pregnant with the help of IVF. 

Yes, my two giant placentas should be making lots of progesterone by now and are clearly doing well enough to support the twins, but not so much my body on its own.  I know that I am very lucky that I don't have other underlying health or immunological issues and neither do we apparently have any significant gamete (egg or sperm) issues.  These unfortunately often cause people to cycle repeatedly, going through lots of eggs, embryos and even babies before finding the winners and coasting to home plate in this all too insane game of reproduction.  We've only ever had five embryos (out of 7 mature eggs), four of which were transferred, and three of which made it to heartbeat, which I'll admit is an amazing hit rate.  So not so infertile, you might say, but touche, it's just not that simple.

As you may remember, there was no explanation for our loss in December, given that the vast majority of first trimester losses are a result of chromosomal abnormalities.  Everything looked absolutely textbook perfect, until of course, it was over in a matter of minutes.  This happened four weeks after I voluntarily switched from my course of PIO to Crinone, as I was given the option and was told there was no difference.  I was not allowed to be on Crinone for pregnancy support during my next cycle, a tacit admission by my RE that this had obviously not worked for me.  There was also concern that my septum may have been a contributing factor, which is why we had another invasive scan and surgery consult after our loss.

When I passed my mucus plug @ 19 weeks during this pregnancy, after what was an uneventful first half, it was again four weeks since I had stopped my ridiculously long PIO regime.  I was eager to stop, but part of me was very anxious that my body had proven that it didn't do pregnancy well without the proper hormone supplementation, regardless of what my body was supposed to be doing.  So within a week and a half, we were back on progesterone again in an effort to keep my hacked cervix closed and the babies inside cooking.

So let my tales of woe be a lesson for all you who are still in the trenches.  Getting pregnant may seem like the holy grail, but sometimes it's not.  Try to find out what is keeping you from getting pregnant, if you can, and then be diligent about following through on this after you get pregnant, since that BFP is unfortunately not necessarily the answer and end to all your problems.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

3D Gender Scan (a month later)

I had a quick 3D gender scan at 16 weeks, and was supposed to receive a USB of the pics.  When it came, it had someone else's pics on it. :/  So I called and they told me to just delete them and keep the drive and they would send out another.  Weeks passed and no flash drive.  After calling again, it finally came today.  So very late, but thought I'd post them anyway, even though the twins are so tiny.










Our boppies also came today too!  Two organic slipcovered pillows for $35 instead of $100+. 

Thanks Totsy!




Friday, September 2, 2011

21 weeks!

21 weeks (and one week into bed rest), and since I guess I've lost my excuses not to do belly pics...

Don't mind the ill fitting non-maternity clothes, we're doing laundry, and I don't leave the house anyway.

From the right...

And the left...

Oncoming...

And the money shot...
Belly button is still in, but flattening, so my lap scar in there is now getting his time in the spotlight (I can't see the lower one anymore, as he's hiding under my bump).

I'm up almost 20 lbs. now and generally feeling fine and sleeping somewhat better.  Much less pain and pressure now that I'm on bed rest.  The babies are VERY active when they are awake.

My mom is passing through town again this weekend as she fortunately sold and is closing next week on my grandmother's house in Ohio.  She has volunteered to do the sewing for the nursery, but I'm still planning to help.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

September is looking up!

I've always loved September (though last year was completely awful), and it's finally here! 

We had our third cervical check in a week today and for the first time since they found the funneling last week, it is lengthened (to 3.75cm) and CLOSED!  We are thrilled!  I can hardly believe it.  So I guess the verdict is that I do still have some cervical integrity (and am not in the 1% w/an incompetent cervix) and it is dynamic rather than effacing.  Thank goodness.  There is nothing like the prospect of preterm labor at 20 weeks to put the complete and total fear of God in you, let me tell you.  But we are keeping the course, in bed, on Crinone, and going in again on Tuesday for another one of my twice weekly checks.  We will continue these through 24 wks and then see if we can scale back.

The babies still look great.  Baby girl has a HB of 165 and is up to 13 oz. and is measuring on track.  Baby boy has a HB of 158 and is up to 15 oz. (almost a whole pound!) and is measuring a week ahead.  He is head down and banging on my cervix already, which feels fabulous (note sarcasm), but she is a little more chill and is transverse on top of her brother.
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