Friday, October 13, 2006
 I had my millionth Non-Stress Test today and my almost millionth ultrasound. The twins are doing well and getting big. Baby A is breech right now and weighing in at 5 pounds 10 ounces. Baby B is head down and only a little smaller, 5 pounds 1 ounce. That means I'm hefting almost 11 pounds of baby or more than 2 five pound bags of sugar (and that doesn't include the placenta and all the fluid they're swimming happily around in.) Doctor C. gave me permission to go into labor at anytime and both MaryAnn and Doctor C. said I had several contractions during their tests. Of course I didn't feel any of them, which isn't a good sign. On the other hand, I think I'v started losing my mucous plug, which for those of you who don't know what that is and what that means, it means I'm getting really close to delivering. I was hoping to go today--how cool would it be to have twins on Friday the 13th? But no such luck. I'd settle for this weekend even though I know it would absolutely devastate Kathy who would miss participating in the c-section. Of course, who knows what's going on with my body and when these babies are really going to abandon ship. . . I mean, uterus? If it were a normal pregnancy I'd go at least to my due date and probably a day or two over. So. . . we shall see. At the latest, these babies will be delivered sometime on the morning of October 25th--just a wee 12 days from now.
 This is what my left foot looks like at the end of the day. It is probably more disturbing to me than my old stretch marks that have begun bulging on the underside of my belly. It literally looks like a balloon with five little piggies sticking out at the end and if I could I would pop it with a pin. I try and put my feet up but then my back hurts. My back is fine as long as I'm standing but then my feet suffer. Sleeping is more difficult than anything and morning is oh, so harsh. Once I'm up and moving I'm fine, but I really hate it when the alarm clock goes off and every little move I make towards getting out of bed causes my muscles to scream in agony. I no longer have a belly button. It's beyond the "popped up" phase and now is practically invisible in pictures. I wish I could say the same for my stretch marks. I'm down to three pairs of pants that fit and have started digging into Mark's shirts. The sad thing is, even Mark's shirts are tight across my belly, which currently measures 46 inches around. I've abandoned going to church, although I may attend next week for the Primary Program, if I can find a tent big enough to cover myself. But all in all, I feel good and consider myself blessed because I'm still driving myself to the hospital and I'm not on bed rest and there's really nothing slowing me down and nothing I can't do. . . except run and maybe jump and do the monkey bars with Noah and fit into a size four, oh and show Denver how to do a cartwheel. But those things will come back to me someday, except for maybe the size four part--but at this point, even a size fourteen looks good to me.
posted by Shana # 5:58 PM 
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