Moopers’s Weblog

The construction on the guest-room-turned-nursery was finished yesterday! The contractors opened up the closet and moved a 1/3 of the wall back to reveal more space. They also painted the room green and yellow. When it was done, I had this moment of realization “This is where the mini-schwees are going to be sleeping!” We just need to touch up a few paint seams before moving and assembling cribs.

Today is the beginning of 32 weeks. Last Monday, we went in for an ultra-sound. Baby A and B look great. Baby A is tracking above 50th percentile and Baby B is a little smaller. They’re heads are back together again. The outline of their faces is a little stronger (although still alien-looking on the ultrasound). They are kicking strongly, which I love to feel.

My feet have been swelling up like crazy (puffy sourdough loaves!), so the OB told me to keep my feet elevated. It’s getting really cumbersome to move around since by belly is BIG. Strangers think I’m going to give birth any day, until I tell them I’m expecting twins. My knee joints ache walking up and down the stairs. Fortunately, the contractions are more random now. I think sleep, food and plenty of water keeps them at bay.

I drive in twice next week and then I’m OFF of work. It’s weird that I started this job with the intention of being pregnant soon and stopping after 1.5 years. I can’t believe I will be leaving almost exactly 4 years since I started (about Feb 15th, 2005). It’s been very exciting and somewhat stressful. I’m glad for all the skills I learned. Who knows if I will go back to the same job? I’ll see when July/Aug rolls around.

We went for our last baby class last night, breastfeeding twins. We saw some familiar faces, so hopefully we’ll meet more twin parents though SPMOM. The previous classes we attended were Multiples, Birthing, and Newborn Care. I feel we are learning incrementally now (instead of being overwhelmed with all new information), which is a good sign.

At 32 weeks, the survival rate is 95%. The next goal is 34 weeks and then 36 weeks. I’m already the ever worrying mom on their health. Despite my whining about being uncomfortable, I still feel it’s the calm before the storm.

-L