I'm normal

Well, I know that's a matter of opinion, but I'm now a normal OB/GYN patient. On Friday I will have a plain, old Dr's appointment. I'll give my medical history, let them draw some blood. But there won't be a dildo cam in sight! Nope, just a normal, first OB appointment.

When the nurse told me they would draw blood to confirm the pregnancy, I thought about offering to bring her in my pretty little ultrasound picture, but didn't want her to think I was sassy. At least not yet. There's plenty of time for them to get to know me before September!

I can't believe I'm almost nine weeks already. J and I are talking about the NT scan. I think we're both on the same page, but I'm interested to see what my new doc thinks about it as well. In a singleton pregnancy, it would be a no-brainer. But my understanding in multiple pregnancies is that the blood work portion of the screening really isn't accurate, so I don't know if it's worth going through with any of the testing.

We'll see.

I thought I would feel different

Honestly, if it weren't for the pee sticks (and the beta tests. Oh, and those ultrasound thingys), I wouldn't believe you if you told me I was pregnant. Since I know, there are some other clues (falling asleep on the couch every evening, an increased appetite), but I honestly don't feel any different.

I think I'm still in the unicorn stage. I mean, I'm looking at car seats and strollers online, and I'm reading all the books with the cute little babies on the covers, but that doesn't mean I actually believe there are going to be little people living in our house with us by the end of the year.

I know other women experience this. Perhaps when I can feel them move? Will it seem more real then? Or will I be sitting in my living room in October trying to figure out where the crying's coming from, and why it's happening in my house?

Did it take too long for this to happen for it to ever feel normal?

They grow up so fast

It seems like just yesterday that we nervously put two little blastocysts back in, hoping against hope that one of them would stick. Well, almost five weeks later, it looks like both Luke and Leia are planning on sticking around for a while! (J and I are both huge Star Wars geeks. These are, however, in utero nicknames only!)




They both measured 7w5d this morning, both with strong heartbeats. According to the doc, they're both exactly where they need to be, doing exactly what they need to be doing. And we've been officially released from the RE back to a regular ol' OB/GYN!

I don't know what to write about

My life has revolved around IF for so long, I'm not exactly sure what to do with myself. Only one shot a day? No doctor's visits for two weeks? Strange.

As J was giving me my PIO shot last night, I told him it was going to be odd once we were done with those, and I'm down to my prenatals. The beginning of this pregnancy was so involved, with so many meds, injections, orals, doctor's appointments, ultrasounds, blood work...it seemed like a never-ending medical bonanza. It seems incredibly strange that now that we're pregnant, we're left to our own devices with (comparably) little to no medical intervention.

So, here I sit. Feeling both incredibly normal and bizarrely surreal at the same time. I don't suppose it gets any easier, huh?

Did you know?

That you can have furniture delivered
at midnight? We bought some new things for our family room on Sunday and when asked to pick a delivery window, 5pm to midnight actually sounded like the best option at the time. Neither of us would have to miss work. And what were the odds that they would actually come that late?

Apparently pretty good. Last night at 11:22 the delivery dudes showed up with our new entertainment center, couch and chair. (J's snazzy new leather recliner won't be in until the 13th. I promise I'll take pictures after it does.)

So, I missed out on the best part of getting new furniture. You know, the futzing with everything until it's just right, filling up the new drawers and shelves, decorating. Decorating! I love to decorate.

I guess the upside of crashing into bed as soon as the delivery truck pulled away is that all the electronics will be nicely wired when I get home tonight. (I'm sure there will be another whole post on the new universal remote J just bought. The only thing I find universal about those monsters is their ability to completely frustrate me.)

The new TV we got to go in the new entertainment center is way too big for the room, but neither of us care. It's like having our very own little drive in movie theater! Except we don't have to drive. And it's a shorter walk to the restroom.

Of course I have a Habitat for Humanity meeting after work, so that will delay me getting to play with my new "toys" another hour and a half, but that's okay. I'm sure it will be worth the wait!

Does it come in a maternity size?

Apparently I'm going to need this shirt. 5w6d, two sacs, two heartbeats. It doesn't get any better than this.