Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The final Months

Ahhh the final months of my third pregnancy with the 4th and 5th child. I have come to realize that most people feel for me and are looking forward to "the end" The beauty of these last few weeks are, as I have discovered from my own experiment, I can actually not wear a bra for days and keep pajamas on while going out in public, and no one will even say anything to me. To not wear a bra and actually get away with it is a glorious event. Not only that I can live in sweats, and quite possibly pee in them and no one approaches me. I am sure that I not only look like a hobo, but I probably smell like one too.

As I venture into the last few weeks I still wonder every day, HOW? How is this going to play out? I am letting you all know that I have absolutely no idea. My options are limited though. I can grin and bear it, and find the strength or I can become a super crazy lady (hmm i might need some cats for that) and make my family nuts. I am hoping for the strength of option one.

Here are some family updates:
-Both Team B babies move all day long. They let me know they are large and in charge of my stomach
-Twin Team A (the boys) are talking up a storm, it is still hard to understand some of the words but they are really good at showing me what they are talking about.
-Team A new hobbies include: 1.Screaming in each others faces purely for fun, really, they laugh as they are doing it. You can only imagine how well this goes over late into the afternoon. 2. Drinking milk then spitting it down a wall, window, appliance, TV. Yeah, that one goes over well too. 3. Waking up after 7am, I truly love this one. It is like a dream come true, for the next month. 4. Minding their manners. They have gotten very good and please, thank you, and excuse me. Thomas prefers "beep beep" to excuse me, but we are working on it.

I apparently have exceeded my limit on uploading photos. I am sure there is a way around this (other than paying) so hopefully I will have some pictures real soon. If not, oh well.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Ever Evolving Pregnancy

As most know this pregnancy has been just absolutely crazy for me and my family. After a quick break of feeling great, I took another turn last week. I finally got sick. I know you are going, "but haven't you been sick the whole time" technically, yes, but last week I called my doctor at 10pm on Sunday, unable to breath and nothing was helping. He put me on antibiotics and a steroid. After a few days I was back on my feet and feeling well again. I guess I am feeling as well as a person who could be 9 months pregnant carrying one baby.

I will be 32 weeks on Friday, so I figure I have about 4-6 weeks left of this pregnancy. I went for a sonogram today and as we looked at our large babies we were told that one is estimated to be 4.3 lbs while the other is estimated to be 4.13 lbs. Yes, that is 9 lbs of baby. Even full term for a single baby, that is large. I have only gained 14 lbs thus far. So, if 9 lbs are baby, that leaves 5 lbs for 2 placentas, twice the amount of fluid and anything else that goes along with birth. Not bad... If anything I should look good almost coming out of the hospital.

So yeah, about only having 4-6 weeks left. ( I think it is closer to the 4 week side) Everyone is wishing this pregnancy to end quickly for me because they have all witnessed first hand what I have gone through, but have any of you stopped to look at what will happen after... The realization of 4 kids under 24 months is really starting to settle in. Yes I have a wonderful, supportive husband who does so much for me and our family, and yes, Colin does more for me and his siblings than the average 12 yr old. But, from 8am and anywhere from 3-5 pm I will be running the show solo. Whoooo that scares me. I have a great network of friends that already do so much for me and I know they will be there as well, but this is my show and I am becoming to realize that I will be the ring master. I figure, if I can get through the first 12 months and still be sane, then I will survive this wonderful journey I have been put on.

I don't go to church anymore (sorry mom), but that doesn't mean that I do not believe in God. I know someone will give me the strength to wake up every day and move forward. After all I will have 5 amazing kids. What more could anyone ask for (other than gift cards to shop rite). Thank you grandma, if you had anything to do with this for either passing down the twin gene or passing down the gene to haphazardly drop eggs like it was my job.

Names, names, names..... I am still stuck on names. I have no idea what I even like anymore. I do know that my Grandmothers name was Margaret Irene, those names just might grow on me.

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