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I’m getting there and getting bigger and bigger and bigger.  I’m 32 weeks now and marching on to 33.  The Dr. said by 34, whatever happens, happens and by 38 weeks, they won’t let me go any farther.  I’d love to make it as far as possible of course, but at the most, its 6 more weeks.  My next goal is to get to 34 weeks (around July 12th).  Not that the inability to breathe or numb arms when I wake up aren’t so glamorous, but really, now I know what it means to be pregnant and uncomfortable.  I never got to this point with Lucy because she was so small and early.  I actually woke up from a dream the other day where I was wearing my favorite normal jeans- yeah, not maternity stretchy ones.  So nice.  I won’t go on and on about these things because I feel lucky to be this far and look forward to going farther.  My BPP and NST tests at the hospital this morning were again great.  So we wait, patientlyand take in as much ice cream as humanly possible.

In other news, while shopping on Sat. at Wegmans, Lucy was getting kind of antsy so I took out the savior of ants in the pants, none other than the snack container.  My girl can hunt down a goldfish like no ones business, even when buried in numerous other crackers.  Anyway, she shoved another of her favorites, a pretzel, into her mouth.  Kinda a big piece I thought, but I weighed that against getting my finger bitten off with her surprisingly sharp baby teeth (which after nearly happening once before seemed pretty scary) so I kept a watchful eye.  Wouldn’t you know 30 sec. later she started choking.  I mean the no sound coming out, eyes watering, struggling for breath choking.  Terrified I tried to remember what to do and tried to pry her out of the seatbelt thingy on the cart to no avail so I tried to do the infamous finger sweep.  This DID NOT work.  It pushed the pretzel back farther and I started to freak a little.  By the time I called JD over, I had finger swept her like 3 more times, more forcefully (which I wasn’t sure I should have done) and it was all over and I flung that pretzel piece 1/2 way to Japan.  Anyway, we finally freed her from the belt and picked her up and she was surprisingly calm, with tears down her cheeks, but not crying freaking out or anything.  I thought I would have a break down, but we made it through a couple of more aisles and I was much more calm and she was back to her normal pointing and asking what everything is self.  Anyway, how scary.  It reminds you that you do what you can in an instant, right or wrong and try to remember how to do all this lifesaving stuff (we even took a baby CPR and First Aid class before she was born) but sometimes its sheer luck.  I can’t imagine what it would have been like if it’d been a worse situation.  Needless to say all the big pretzel pieces around our house are hidden now.  For a while.

Very exciting- our little picky eater ate a whole bunch of spaghetti elbows tonight!  Whoo hoo!  Progress!  Maybe she’ll give up her goldfish addiction a little and start to eat other kinds of “real” food.  Imagine.. veggies!

In other news, today was the 2nd non stress test and bio physical profile on the twins at the hospital.  Things look fine and the baby on my right side, who will most likely be born first- “Baby A”, is 3lbs. and 11 oz. and the baby on my left, “baby B”, is 3 lbs., 13 oz.  They are pushing 4 lbs.!  That’s over 7 lbs. of baby.  They are already bigger together than Lucy was at 5 lbs. and 8 oz.  31 weeks- 32 here I come!  Also, the Dr. said after 34 weeks, if I go into labor, they won’t stop me, but they won’t probably let me go past 38 weeks or around Aug. 9th.

On Monday, I went to Sisters Hospital in Buffalo to the Fetal Testing Unit where they do just that. My Dr. considers them the best at testing, especially with twins, so from here on out each Monday I’ll be there getting a Non-stress test (NST) and a Biophysical Profile on each baby (BPP) to see how they are each doing in there and making sure no one is having a hard time. This is what happened Monday. (more…)

So, I’ve been home from work on “house arrest” since May 16th now- my 26th week of pregnancy.  House arrest simply means that I need to be off my feet most of the day, not lift things (such as Lucy) and generally take it as easy as possible.  Being home has been really different than teaching every day and pretty mundane, but not as hard as I thought it would be actually to not being doing much.  I guess when your body tells you to slow down, you have no choice.  I spend my days doing stuff on the computer, some light stuff around the house, watching ridiculously mind-numbing TV and finally, meeting JD at daycare to pick up Lucy together.

What is strange though is that I don’t have Lucy with me during the day and can’t fully care for her when we are alone.  It is simply hard to get off the floor and get down onto the floor with her at this point, let alone changing her and lifting her in and out of her crib.  I watch her leave with JD in the morning for daycare and wonder what she is doing with other people and kids all day- that is the hardest part.  This morning, she crawled away from me to JD and called him Mama, giving him a hug, when she was sad.  I was so sad.  Due to me not being able to physically handle her, our relationship is definitely changing and she is relying on Dad more, which is sweet, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sad sometimes about us losing some closeness.  I try to maintain perspective that this has to happen and is a natural part of growing a family and is seen in all cultures, but still at 6:30am I want to be the “Mama”!

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