c-section... on June 14th
In the very likely case my boy doesn't change his mind and his feet down position I have a caesar scheduled on the 14th of June. I feel a bit sad about it. The twins didn't get in the natural way, and now thay can't get out the normal way...
Sure I know that in my case a C is less risky for the babies, and in the end I want two healthy live babies. But still. I was looking forward to experience nature in me. To go through the whole raw but beautiful process. Everytime I see a birth video I feel a wave of emotions going through me. I don't have them watching a c-section.
My OB is a lovely guy. I know he will do a good job. And as I am in theater he can remove my damaged tubes too so I won't get anymore ectopics.
When I told R. the date was set on the 14th he finally realised how soon it will be. And we have so much to do before that day. It's getting a bit scary!
Yesterday one of my best friends gave birth to her daughter. 3800 grams. First contraction at 5, baby born at 8. Isn't that great! Well done and congratulations and lots of love for Lola... Strange detail: we are 20,000 kilometers apart. We haven't talked about it, and we choose the same name for our daughters. May be we will give ours a different name.
Slowing down
Little by little there is less and less left over of me and my body for me. Less space for food and breathing. Less energy to concentrate, walk around, or even think straight. Less agility to turn around in bed. Less strenght to do a little job like feeding the horses, or walking up the hill. Less speed to grab the pup when he is very naughty (chasing our new cows...- aren't they cute!)...
All in all I know I'm blessed that everything is going well, but now at 33 weeks I'm really starting to feel it.
As a self employed person I can never really give myself time off. I have to finish two big projects but my brain feels like glue. Every other day I treat myself to a cup of coffee. I must say that that still really works wonders :-)
The NZ government has made a new law: Self-employed people qualify for paid parental leave! Your baby needs to be born or
expected to be born after the 1st of July. Lucky lucky me: My due date is the 2nd of July! 14 weeks of paid parental leave. Jay!
Hey psssst, I don't dare to say it out loud... but... Thalia is pregnant. We just have to wait a while until we know if everything is ok. I am already so happy for her!
All average
The babies are growing well! All the measurements were average for 31 weeks. Their weight is already 1.7kg (3.7 pounds) The boy was practicing his breathing excersises (good boy!) and the girl has already lots of hair on her head.
The girl is head down again, boy still footling breech. They have started a race for the number one position. I wonder who will come our first!
No good pictures this time. I'll stick here one of last time.
Bigger
We're 31 weeks now. And it's starting to become heavier and a bit more uncomfortable, especially in the evening and at night. A little pain here and there; sometimes in my pubic bone, sometimes my hips or shoulderblades. The food I eat doesn't always want to go down (no space). And my hair is falling out big time. Lucky me I had lots of hair to begin with.
I gained 10 kg up till now. That's not an amazing lot (22 pounds), but my OB and midwive are both very happy with me, my health and the progress of the babies. Bloods and urinetest, all came back fine. Tomorrow I'm having an other scan (hope the boy is head down now), I'll post some pics...
We went for a little late honeymoon last weekend. The weather was glorious. R and me stayed in an old hotel and sailed through groups of islands and saw dolpins and a seal. Very nice to come back as well. The preggy hormones have turned me from an adventurous world traveller into a homely girl. So nice to come back and sit on the couch with my dogs. Charlie has grown noticebly in just 2 days!
Up till now I haven't felt the urge to go buy lots of baby stuff. We have the basics now: two little hammocks, bedding, cotton nappies, some clothes and a changing table. And I also bought a bathing bucket. That looked so comfy and snug. I feel very attracted to all sorts of eco stuff and organic cotton but it's so expensive!
My mum send me a big box with baby stuff. Opening the box was like going into the archives of a museum. Plastic bags full of meticulously washed and ironed baby things. The smell of the linen cupbourd at home. Giving me mixed feelings. Not all pleasant. I know I need all the help I can get, but I do feel relief that mum lives 18000 km away.
The packs contained stuff I've been wearing when I was a baby, but also things from the fifties my mum made for my eleven year older sister, blankets, sheets, clothes, bibs, clothes, tiny socks. Some things will still come in handy but the rest I've put away, neatly folded, retaining the lovely smell. One day I'll play dress up with both the babies, take some pictures for my mum, and then put the stuff away again...
