I got the news last week that my 3-hour glucose test had been abnormal, so I get to poke myself in the finger four times a day now. It’s not the most fun thing in the world, but it beats a sharp stick in the eye, I suppose. These first few days have been interesting, seeing how my blood sugar varies with what and when I eat.
Everybody keep your fingers crossed that the boys stay in for at least four more weeks, because that’s the magic threshold at which I can go to the new hospital four miles from my house instead of the one 15 miles away. It also dawned on me a couple weeks ago that I’m well into the third trimester now and the OB hasn’t said one word about childbirth classes–most twins these days are delivered by C-section due to the relative rarity of both babies presenting vertex, but it was still a little depressing to realize that that’s basically what they’re planning on. I have friends who learned the Bradley method on their own, so I know the classes aren’t strictly necessary, which is a bit of a relief, and I plan to check that out myself. I’d still like to have some tools for dealing with labor, yanno?
Other than that, things are going pretty smoothly. The babies are making their presence felt more and more all the time. I’ve cordially requested Baby A quit standing on my bladder, but he’s not being very cooperative. Husband is enjoying watching the earthquakes in my tummy. And now I’m off to take a nap, since sleeping all night long is nothing but a distant memory. Zzzzzzzz…
I just had my glucose test last week. The tech looked quickly at a piece of paper and drew one tube of blood. Then she re-looked at the piece of paper and realized she needed two tubes. So she stuck me again. Unfortunatley I only have one vein that really bleeds, so we had to go back in the same one. Then nothing would come out so the doctor had to come in and wiggle it around in my arm for about ten minutes before the tube would fill. Needless to say, I’m a bruised mess!
I also found out that I’m having a mutant baby. Well, I’m calling him a mutant. I was 28 weeks at my last visit and the baby is already measuring 30 weeks! So, I can’t work until the date I had anticipated, will be signed out two weeks earlier. Am on the every two weeks doctor visit now. They will continue to monitor him and if he continues to show large they will most likely take me early, and by c-section.
This was an INTERESTING appointment to say the least!
I’m just over 7 weeks and I’m so friggin’ tired! I have very little morning sickness. I only get sick when my stomach is empty and that rarely happens, as I’m a human garbage disposal lately.
I get dizzy in the late afternoon, I’m terribly bloated most of the time, and I wake up with what feels like a hangover, but I’m generally fine.
I have my first OB-GYN appointment this Friday, which is 8 weeks exactly, and he’s doing an ultrasound to listen for (or to see) a heartbeat. I think that’s when it will become real to me. I was doing the weekly shopping yesterday and paused by the pregnancy tests and ALMOST BOUGHT ONE! I swear I’m nuts, but I’m so afraid it’s not a viable pregnancy. That’s why I’ll feel better when I see the doctor this week. I know I won’t be out of the woods yet, but at least I’ll be a little more confident.
Nutty Bunny, hang in there. For me the extreme fatigue got better around 14 weeks. Of course, it comes back at about 30 weeks, so enjoy the second trimester. . .
I’ve been tracking my BBT, and my MIL was totally excited the day before I actually took a pregnancy test. She LOVED the way my temps were tracking. Last Wednesday, when I woke up, my temp was 99.5. It should have been Day 1 (I should have started my period), but wasn’t! After I took my temp, I peed on a stick. Sure 'nuff, it said PREGNANT. No fuzzy pink or blue lines or plus signs. PREGNANT.
I know I ovulated August 2, so if my OB calculates by LMP (last menstrual period), then I’m at 4 weeks and six days. (That’s the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard of! I know when I ovulated, dammit - and it wasn’t four weeks ago!! But I do understand that most women don’t track their temperature and only have one reference for their cycle - their period.) If he goes by actual gestation, I’m at two weeks and six days.
I haven’t had the chance to make an appointment yet. The office hours are 9 - 4, and I work 9 - 6. I haven’t said anything to my coworkers or boss, and the office is tiny, so I’m not sure when I can make that call.
Geobabe: Sorry to hear about the gestational diabetes. I haven’t been dealing with this for much longer than you have, but if you have any questions about insulin or anything at all, let me know. The strangest thing I’ve found so far is that lack of sleep, illness and heat raise my glucose levels regardless of what I’ve eaten or when I’ve injected. Bizarro.
Skittles: Are they basing the baby’s size on the external measurements of your uterus? My doctor said not to put much faith in that, it’s only a vague guideline. He said they would get different measurements depending on who is doing the measuring, how the mom is carrying, amniotic fluid levels, etc. One woman in my online group was told she was measuring 43 (!) weeks when she was 38. She had an ultrasound - the baby appears to be perfectly average. So you may not be having a Giganta-baby!
Nutty Bunny: I hope you feel better soon. I know what you mean about the pregnancy tests. Everything seemed rather abstract and tentative until I started to feel the baby move. Even now, I’ll watch my belly as these waves form and can’t really fathom that that is a human being growing in there.
Avarie537: Congratulations!
I’m 36 weeks and 4 days now. Hard to believe I’m expected to have this baby somewhere between 38 and 40 weeks.
Maybe that’s what’s going on with me today; my BG level was ridiculously high after lunch, and I hadn’t had a big meal or excessive carbs. I slept poorly last night (as usual :rolleyes: ) and it was pretty hot out when I took the dog for his walk this morning. I haven’t been put on insulin, but that’ll be the next step if I can’t control it with diet and exercise; most of my levels have been normal, but a few have been high. We’ll see.
I can join your ranks! I’m 9 weeks. I have lupus, so I’ve already had my first doctor appointment and had a ton of blood taken (5 big vials and 4 little ones!!). I’m queasy, exhausted, and my boobs are sore. Right on track!
I delivered my first baby in the U.S. and now I’m in the public health system in Australia, so this should be an interesting experience. I’ll be going to the high risk clinic at the local hospital. I’ve already been told that some of the testing equipment they used in the U.S. won’t be available to me here, so I’m actually a little worried about how this will go.
Skittles, those weight predictions can be scary, but take it with a grain of salt. By the end of my last pregnancy, they were predicting my son would be 9 lbs and scaring the crap out of me. He turned out to be 6 lbs 14 oz and was born right on schedule.
My husband is now reading some books a new dad loaned to him and he’s driving me nuts! Last night he was asking me how many grams of protein I get in a day and if I’m getting enough vitamin C. It was cute before he had the books, but now I may have to hide them. I’m not sure I can take another 32ish weeks of “Honey, should your bath water really be that hot?”
Ah, who am I kidding? When we went to the fair this weekend and I vomited up my fair food, he felt guilty for doing this to me. And he dotes on me, how can I be annoyed at him?
I’m so glad I’m not the only crazy pregnant woman. Come to think of it, finding a crazy pregnant woman is like shooting fish in a barrel, isn’t it?
Well baby skittles has always measured larger than he should. Even with the numerous ultrasounds that they took. He was typically one week (maybe plus two days) larger than he should be.
This time it was just a uterus measurement though.
My doctor told me if he continues to show this big that he will send me for another ultrasound to double check.
Had an ultrasound today. Finally had a technician who was willing to tell me the sex, but the baby refused to cooperate. Apparently, “he” is face down and wedged firmly into position and no amount of poking and proding could convince baby to give us a peek.
Everything looks good, but baby is definitely running very low on space. There really wasn’t anywhere for the baby to move. I should find out next week when “he” is getting an eviction notice.
I’ll have my first ultrasound at 12 weeks, then they’ll be done monthly. My GP said they usually don’t do them at all unless requested, and then Medicare I think only pays for one (unless, as in my case, it’s medically necessary for monitoring).
Cyros, what do you mean, “finally a technician who was willing to tell me the sex?” They’ve refused to tell you?! That’s weird! Why would they do that?
Well, I’m in New Brunswick, Canada. The powers that be have decided that technicians should not be allowed to “diagnose” and are therefore not allowed to reveal the sex. Further, because we have government health care, they think it’s a waste of resources to spend time looking for information that isn’t medically necessary. At least that is the official reason - I think there’s a lot of concern about being sued for “misdiagnosis”, and other issues as well. Should a person have a medical reason for knowing (like genetic issues) a radiologist would be permitted to tell the information, but that is a very uncommon situation. A radiologist is normally not present during the scan.
Here, only one ultrasound is generally ordered as well (around 18-20 weeks) and it takes place in the radiology department by a regular ultrasound technician. That technician will definitely not tell. I have been having weekly scans for a while now because of the diabetes, and these are done by special technicians in Labour and Delivery. They are officially held to the same standard, but have been known to discretely share with the patient if they explicitly ask (and promise not to share who told them with the hospital staff since it’s officially against policy).
Went to my OB/GYN yesterday…She says I’m 70% effaced and will probably deliver in about 2 weeks (I thought I had until September 16th!). It’s funny how all through your pregnancy you just want to get to the big day, but then when it gets closer you wish you had more time. :eek:
Um, yea…Just a teeny, eeny bit petrified, but trying to hold it together
Eep! That’s getting close! I’ve just realized that I need to start making prepaprations myself–I’m at 30 weeks now, so hopefully I still have at least a few to go, but since twins frequently come early, I need to be ready. All the tours of the maternity ward are booked up for the next three weeks or so, but I’m hoping to be able to slip in to one earlier due to cancellations or no-shows. Amazing how this stuff sneaks up on you. :eek:
Jeez, that’s a bummer. Obviously, techs here in the States aren’t restricted in that way-- though figuring out my guys wasn’t too difficult anyway; they’re ALL BOY. Heh.