That's right folks, I'm 37 weeks. "Full term." If the boys follow their sisters' lead then they could arrive in just 2 more weeks. I'm torn between wanting them to stay in as long as possible and just wanting them to come out already so I can walk/eat/sleep/be normal again.
Here's the bump at 37 weeks. It looks so small to me! I think it's their positions since one baby is transverse. I haven't gained any weight in almost 3 weeks (I'm only at 204 now, more than 15 lbs less than when I had the girls) but my belly is still growing. Fundal height is measuring 52cm. (I measured 57cm when the girls were born.)Still, these babies are growing well and looking good. Baby A weighed about 7lbs, 1 oz at our last appointment. Baby B measured about 6lbs, 10 oz. They had a hard time measuring Baby B because his head is up under my rib cage.
There was also a moment of panic when the technicians saw 2 heads down low and said both babies were vertex. I knew that couldn't be right and when they checked up under my ribs, there was Baby B. This led to a few frantic minutes of looking over previous u/s images to determine that I am indeed having twins and NOT triplets. I think I'd know if there was a third in there, don't you?
I'm excited to announce that these boys finally have names! I'm disappointed that Jason wouldn't compromise more but I guess he is trying to be as stubborn as me. In my defense, I came up with at least 2 dozen names that I liked. He offered 3 names, one of which I finally agreed to use. My choices would have been Andrew Thomas and Nathan Peter (my dad is a Peter) but Jason was adamant about not using those names. In the end, we decided to go with Nathan Jared and Ryan Joseph. Hopefully those names will grow on me... I wasn't thrilled with Leila's name (also Jason's choice) but I can't imagine her named anything else now.
Speaking of Leila, that girl has been so mischievous lately! She found a marker that Matthew had brought out to the living room (a big no-no in our house) and colored on the walls in the hall, doorway, and foyer. She also drew all over herself and a little on Sarah.
The remnants of her last escapade have finally made their way up from the depths of the toilet. After plunging and using a pipe snake, we removed 2 tubes of toothpaste, a tube of lotion, a bar of soap, and a bottle lid. The missing toothbrushes must have made their way to the sewers by now since they never did come back up. At least the clog is gone and we have a functioning toilet in the kids' bathroom again.
And while we're talking plumbing, the repair guy finally came. The news was not good. My dad was right. (Isn't he always right?) Time for a new dishwasher. After less than 3 years and after approximately 7,000 loads of dishes, our dishwasher bit the dust. He moved on to Appliance Hell. A quick trip to Home Depot and (several hundred dollars later) we are the proud owners of a shiny, fantastic new dishwasher. I love this dishwasher. I'd marry it if I could. It almost makes me want to stay here and not move. OK, not really...
Lately my boys have discovered the joys of kitchen acrobatics. It's a scary thing and it often leaves dirty footprints in strange places. Both of them can climb to the top of the door jamb and touch their heads to the frame. Thank goodness I am so swollen and fat or they'd have to jump down fast when they get caught. Instead, they stay up there until I'm just within reach and then drop down in a way that makes me sure we will be visiting the ER in the near future.
Last week 3 friends and I got together and had dinner for my "blessingway." They gave me beads for a labor necklace and some adorable baby clothes as well as a gift certificate to get a pedicure. Now you have all seen my feet, so be honest. Would YOU want to give me a pedicure in this condition? Because I'm a crazy woman and I actually intend to go get one this week. I will wear shoes for at least 4 hours prior to getting there so at least the swelling will be minimized as much as possible. I just hope the poor lady doesn't refuse to do the pedicure. THAT would be embarrassing.
After talking to my mom last week I went on a sewing kick. She'd asked if I had everything I need for the babies and I told her that I should get some more diapers but that was it. She asked why I haven't sewn any myself. After all, I've had a cloth diapering store for almost 5 years now. She knows what I have in my office.Nesting urge newly activated, I set out to cut fabric. I cut and I cut and I cut. I made plain PUL covers, cutesy fabric covers, fitted diapers, and even some embellished prefolds.
The cutsey fabric covers are lined with coordinating PUL and have a coordinating touchtape closure. They're trimmed in FOE. If you don't know anything about cloth diapers, just smile and nod.
The finished product:18 diaper covers
4 fitted diapers
6 embellished prefolds
The fitted diapers are made out of 2 layers of blue sherpa and have a recycled infant prefold inside (cut into a contoured soaker shape) with a snap closure. Joshua helped me apply the snaps so one diaper is now "second quality." We had fun though!
There are 4 sets of matching covers and prefolds. I think they are just adorable! I love dipping into my fabric stash and making something useful. Here are pictures of the sets:
This afternoon I made beanbags for M & J so they'd have something new to play with when the babies come. I'll have to take pictures of them tomorrow. I also cut out more fabric to make the girls a couple of diaper covers. Maybe then they'll decide to use the potty once and for all.
Tonight I inflated the birth pool and put down the tarp. My bedroom is ready to go with birth supplies organized and even the hose attached to one of our bathroom sinks. I'm not sure if it was a good or bad idea to set it up so soon. I have a feeling I may curse at the pool many times during the next 2-3 weeks. But hey, the babies COULD come tonight, right? I mean, anything is possible!
