That would be: Still Pregnant

At 10:23 pm, I’m losing hope that we’ll have little Valentines Day babes. A few scattered contractions. The tightest round belly skin I ever hope to see. Nothing else worth mentioning. The triage nurse referred to it as “Gladiator Cervix” a few days ago. Just what I always wanted.

Last night was one of those unbelievably horrible heartburn nights (waking up coughing and choking and gasping), in which I got next to no sleep. Tonight should be better, particularly with the mild sleeping tab prescribed by the doctor.

I had given him my list of options as follows: a) obtaining something he was willing to prescribe to help me sleep b) starting to drink myself to sleep every night or c) allowing him to immediately deliver the twins. Luckily, he has a sense of humor (or pretends to around exceedingly pregnant women, which would be a good survival tactic as a physician, I imagine).

Back to the monitors tomorrow morning.

Blood pressure: Elevated, but not enough to do anything about
Contractions: Every two minutes, but not strong enough to do anything about
Protein in urine: Definitely too high, but not enough to do anything about
Insanity level: Elevated, but not enough to do anything about

Can you spot the trend here? Just…gotta…inch…over…that…bar…

I think Valentines Day would be a lovely bday for two sweet little twins, so I’m stepping up my mental determination to deliver these babies tomorrow. ‘Cause that’s done me so much good so far. The end in sight is a C-section scheduled for Feb 28th, so at the very most I have only 2 weeks from tomorrow to grit my teeth through.

But in honor of the fact that this remains a Boat Blog, despite the temporary foray into the gestational world, I’ll post this picture of the river tonight to remind both you and me that I love being on the water every single lucky day that I spend here.

Baby A: 5 lb 10 oz
Baby B: 6 lb 3 oz

Me: Sleeping with my stomach feels like sleeping with a duffle bag full of sports equipment. We are now a day or two away from 36 weeks. The perinatologist decided to schedule another ultrasound in three weeks, just in case I was still carrying them. I told him that I would kill someone by then if I’m still pregnant.

Don’t think he believed me…

Managed a bit of a walk this evening after work (after an indulgent dessert with friends), so I’m still hanging in there. Increased iron supplements after a blood test yesterday still showed reasonably significant anemia. 35 weeks now and ready anytime.

But having some contractions and the belly shape has changed today ~ narrower, more open space up top. I think our girl has dropped a bit, which makes me as excited as can be. I am sooooooo ready to be done ~ the last several days have been increasingly uncomfortable.

It’s amazing how the anemia gets to me if I don’t take the iron on a regular schedule. I missed about a week and the breathlessness and fatigue came right back. Started it up again and I’m already feeling stronger. And really hopeful that we’re getting close…