Funny Feelings

On Saturday, Michael and I attended SPH's Christmas party at the Lawn and Tennis Club. Yes, I'm aware it is January but apparently that's they way it has always gone done. That and a traditional salute to Robbie Burns Day with a bagpipe entrance and some single malt scotch. We missed last year's where someone actually brought in haggis. Can't say that I'm too disappointed.

The club looks much older from the outside, but it's quite nice once you're there. They had an open bar (which I fully took advantage of by ordering my share of Shirley Temples), appetizers while everyone mingled, and a delicious three course dinner that ended with a really nice dessert buffet. I'm impressed that the staff at SPH were so thoughtful to their residences. Michael brought home a mug from Birks. We're gonna see how many he can collect by the end of his residency. But of course, a good party cannot be complete without dancing or a bit of drama. After we were all seated, the MC of the night began with the usual greetings. After a little while, someone from our table noticed one of the guests from the party slumped over in a couch just outside the dinning room. Of course, it didn't take long for the doctors to respond. Apparently he was just very tired, maybe had a little too much to drink, and wanted to go home. This set of a discussion about who you'd rather have around in an emergency, an ER doctor or an anesthesiologist. I had never thought about it and from what I've seen on TV, I assumed an ER doctor would likely be able to handle an uncontrolled situation much more efficiently than an anesthesiologist. But good points were brought up about how an anesthesiologist is trained to secure airways and would likely be able to handle any hemodynamic issues that would arise much better than any ER doctor could......interesting.

I wonder if all the talk about twins, babies, and birthing at the Christmas party has me a little spooked, but lately I've been feeling some uterine tightening. Could these be those Braxton-Hickes contractions that I have read about? They don't last very long and it doesn't happen that often but they are not comfortable. My mini goal is to make it to next week (32 weeks).

I think I'm finally nesting. I want to make sure the house all ready and clean for when the babies arrive. I'm hoping I have about 3 weeks to get everything on my list done. If not, then Michael will have to pick up the slack.

Onto another topic, lately I've had to increase my Diclectin intake as it seems my nausea is returning with a vengeance, especially in the mornings. I could spend a good 15 minutes standing over the toilet trying to control my gag reflex and not vomit because I simply coughed. The Diclectin does leave me quite tired in the afternoons, hence the wonderful nap I had today.

Sorry the grammar has been atrocious lately. Too lazy to proof-read.

Our Growing Babies

I had my 7th ultrasound yesterday and although it was a limited ultrasound, meaning it was ONLY a 1 hour appointment, I learned a lot about how the babies are doing thus far. The ultrasound tech had a hard time getting the measurements today as the babies are bigger and everything seems to be squishing together. For example, one baby is practically sitting on his brother's head. According to all the measurements, both babies are relatively the same size and weigh about 1400g (3.08lbs) each. I'm shocked!! I actually though they would be much smaller but it's so encouraging to know that they are so big already!! Twin A aka Daniel is still breeched, meaning he is still head up, while Twin B aka Henrik has his perfect little head down.

Also, I just received shipment of the cribs. They are here!!! Michael is going to have such fun setting up all the furniture this weekend. Hehe!! We're still waiting on our change table and stroller to arrive from TJ Kids but there's no real hurry for that just yet. Hopefully I can purchase the rest of the necessities this weekend and we'll be more than ready for their arrival.

An Update

Of course, as I'm almost 30 weeks along in the pregnancy, it has been a while since I've seen my feet while standing up. So normally I don't really notice them unless I accidentally run into something that is on the floor, but blocked from my vision because of my gigantic stomach (you'd be surprised how many times that has happened). Yesterday while sitting at the computer, I made a startling discovery about my feet....they are REALLY swollen, to the point where I can leave behind a finger imprint if I push on them. That's how bad the edema is. It's so sad that I know I'll never fit into a size 5.5 shoes again. Meghan has inherited my beautiful collection of designer shoes while I now struggle to fit my feet into a over-sized pair of Uggs.

On a happier note, I believe I had my last visit to the diabetic clinic at BC Womens on Monday. I basically told the endocrinologist that I refuse to take insulin to bring my blood sugar down 0.5mM of what they expect is "ideal". AND I kid you not............he assumed the Mr. Burns hand position and said that there would be "dire consequences to your baby" if I were not to use insulin. At that point, I just had to roll my eyes and remind him AGAIN that I'm having twins and explain to him that I know of the risks involved, and my Ob and I have also discussed the implications of not having tightly controlled blood sugars in length, and we feel comfortable with those risks to myself and the babies. So he said there wasn't any point of my return to the clinic if I don't believe in their beliefs. Yippeee!!!!

The nursery is coming along quite nicely. It's going to be painted on Friday with a very expensive but equally eco-friendly paint. The theme for the nursery has been chosen We're going with the Lambs and Ivy "Jake" motif. Most of the essential furniture like the cribs, change table, car seats etc. have been ordered and will be arriving soon or is already here.

My hospital bag is packed for the most part. It's a little scary to think how soon these babies will be here. I can't wait to meet them!

What Does It Mean?

Another friend, who is around the same time along in her pregnancy, was describing to me one of the vivid dreams that she had and I remember laughing out loud at how funny it was because it seems so silly for that to happen in real life and it was also a little random........but here I am, at 4am, woken up by one of my vivid dreams, and it got me thinking what was probably so funny to me, was actually was pretty scary for her.

Now it has me wondering, what did my dream mean? Why did it upset and scare me to the point where I had to get up and blog about it? Why would I even dream about this subject?

The dream felt so real and it does have to do with real events that have unfolded in this person's life but it's all about her situation. It doesn't have anything to do with me (I'm not even pregnant in my dream) and yet I always get this feeling of helplessness and utter despair when I allow my mind to dwell on it. Maybe because I feel like I have failed her as a friend? Maybe what has happened caught me completely off-guard? Maybe because there seems to be no closure? Maybe I'm still in shock? I'm not sure. All I know is that whenever I dream about this, I usually wake up quite upset, usually to the point where I'll have cried in my sleep and find I have to turn over my now soggy pillow.

The main character for the last two Sunday School classes that I taught have been about Joseph. He too was also a dreamer, who had fantastical and strange dreams, but it got him into trouble early on when he told his brothers about them and they in turn sold him into slavery. Yet throughout his hardships, working as a slave in Egypt, being thrown in jail for a crime he didn't commit, God never forgot about him. He had a plan so great for this young kid that Joseph himself never expected it to come true, although he did dream about it. God also gave Joseph a very special talent to interpret dreams which would be so handy to have at this moment for me.

I'm glad that yesterday was my last time teaching Sunday School for good while. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching those little young ones , challenging myself to help them learn hard concepts like jealousy or temptation, and they are just so cute and too much fun. But being 29 weeks along with two active little boys kicking around in my tummy is hard enough by itself. After the usual Sunday lunch with Meghan and my mom, I was never more glad than to just crawl into bed and take of one of those epic naps where you fall asleep for hours out of pure exhaustion and just sleep. No dreams, just sweet undisturbed rest. It's contagious, I think Michael had every intention of just getting a quick power nap out of it but ended up falling into a deep coma too.

Michael probably assumed right, he thinks I'm anemic because of the pregnancy. I would explain why I'm always so tired, out of breath, and feels like my heart it gonna pound out of my chest. I haven't been able to hold down my iron supplements till the last couple of tries when my Ob suggested I take it with dinner rather than before bed. Let's hope this gives me a little more energy and help supply my little ones with the nutrients they need from mommy.