Archive for December, 2006

End of the Year, End of 2nd Trimester

 

Here is the belly at 26 weeks, 4 days. This is the last week of my 2nd trimester! Oh, and yes, I cropped my head out because Mark only seems to take photos of me when I look like hell.

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Giant End-of-the-Year Meme

What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before?
Visited Washington DC and South Padre Island…both places I haven’t been before. Got pregnant. Gave some work related speeches which was a big deal since I am deathly afraid of public speaking.

Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I think I kept one of my resolutions from 2006 — to travel more. Yes, I am making more for 2007.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
My cousin Julie had twins. My “step-brother” and his wife had their second baby.

Did anyone close to you die?
Yes, Granny.

What countries did you visit?
Various parts of the U.S.

What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
Bigger house (our family is doubling in size!). Bigger car (our family is doubling in size!). Babies. An assistant to get more work cranked out later in the year when I return to work.

What dates from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
April 30 – Granny’s death. Memorial Week – Washington DC trip with Amanda. August 1 – Found out I was finally pregnant. August 29 – Found out about the twins.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Getting knocked up naturally! Keeping my diabetes in check.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
No, thankfully.

What was the best thing you bought?
New car. Mark’s new golf clubs (something he really wanted and was surprised by). New furniture.

Whose behavior merited celebration?
Mark. The Dems for taking back Congress.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Bush’s veto of the Stem Cell bill. Young Hollywood’s trend of flashing their yoo-hoos in public.

Where did most of your money go?
House, car, my business, babies.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Finding out I was pregnant (after 3+ years of trying). Finding out we were having twins. Finding out it was boy/girl twins. Feeling baby movement for the first time.

What song will always remind you of 2006?
Probably “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake. That song was in the background when I found out I was pregnant, so it’s burned in my memory.

Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?
a) happier b) fatter, but with a good excuse c) richer

What do you wish you’d done more of?
Relaxing, swimming/SCUBA/snorkeling, dancing, traveling.

What do you wish you’d done less of?
Worrying. Beating myself up for things I am doing/not doing/not doing fast enough, etc. Getting muddled down in other people’s toxicity and drama.

How will you be spending Christmas?
We spent Christmas all alone this year and it was horrible. I wasn’t able to travel to see family.

Did you fall in love in 2006?
I’ve been in love since 2001.

What was your favorite TV program?
CSI, Real Time with Bill Maher, The Sopranos, and a ton of TBS and Nick @ Nite reruns.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
“Hate” is a pretty strong. I’m much more annoyed by Paris Hilton and Donald Trump if that counts.

What was the best book you read?
I think the most helpful book I read this year is Week-by-Week Guide to Pregnancy. I pull that book out at least once a week. I have been saving up all other books to read in January and February when I am stuck in bed.

What was your greatest musical discovery this year?
As we speak, I am rediscovering the greatness of James Brown. My musical tastes tend to run in cycles. My musical highlight of 2006 was seeing Aerosmith play “Dream On” live in concert (in January in Dallas with Amanda). It was awesome.

What did you want and get?
A house with a pool, a new car, a new computer, and pregnant.

What did you want and not get?
New house slippers…stupid, I know. I wish we could have gone to Europe this year. With the twins coming, big trips like that will be years and years away now.

What was your favorite film of the year?
As I get older, I have really become anti-movie. The one movie that I will always remember this year (and NOT because it was a piece of brilliant film making) is “You, Me & Dupree” because we saw that movie on the date night in which we conceived the twins. I can’t believe I got knocked up after watching an Owen Wilson flick. I will have to live with that shame forever. 🙂

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 29, and I was exhausted after moving into our new house that day. We were too tired and sore to even go out for dinner.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Being able to call my Granny and dad with womb updates. Oh, and not having to stick a needle in my stomach five times a day (insulin injections).

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?
Uh, yeah, not my best fashion year. It was all about what was comfortable and, more importantly, what fit.

What kept you sane?
Mark, music, mom, writing, my dogs, good friends, new outlook on life, and going on country drives with the windows down and the music up.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
I have never been one to fancy famous folks.

What political issue stirred you the most this year?
Stem Cell research and the Iraq War.

Who did you miss?
My dad and Granny.

Who was the best new person you met?
I don’t think I could narrow it down to just one person. MySpace, in all of it’s silliness, has re-introduced me to some folks from my past that I am glad to know once again.

Tell us a valuable lesson you learned in 2006?
Life works in cycles — times of extreme sadness are often followed by times of extreme joy.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
“Most things I worry about never happen anyway.” — Tom Petty

I Am Fresh Out of Clever Titles Today

My stupid glucose numbers are out-of-whack again. They have been so good and stable for months now — thanks to 4 shots of insulin a day — but now that my third trimester is a week away, they are nuts again. So I was on the phone to one of my many nurses this evening, discussing all of this and making adjustments to my insulin levels. Basically, the third trimester is the hardest for diabetics and we will need to increase my insulin a lot every week now.

Ugh, I will be glad when that part of this journey is over. I don’t mind the injections. They honestly do not hurt at all, but I HATE the blood testing.

I also put in a call to my OB’s nurse. I have been feeling this strange popping feeling down low on my belly. I really can’t describe it. At first it felt like gas bubbles/pain, but not really. It didn’t feel like baby movement either. She told me it sounded exactly like Twin A (the girl) had the hiccups! I guess that’s good news. Sounds like her little lungs are starting to get ready for some practice.

I got out and went to two stores today, and then went on a little drive around town. It was nice to have the windows down and the radio up. It felt like freedom.

Damn These Hormones!

Alright, I don’t know what has come over me in the last day, but I have been highly emotional again. I feel like I have just barely drifted through today without crying, and I wish I had a rational reason for it.

Like everything else, I assume it’s the high pregnancy hormones. My boobs have been sore and hurting again today which is always an indication of an increase in hormone levels. I hope it is hormones or else I might be going insane.

I have been thinking a lot about the twins today. Day dreaming about them and what the near future will be like. I wonder how long I will sustain that rose-colored day dream after a few sleepless nights with crying infants. Oh but it doesn’t matter…I just want to get them here healthy and perfect. I don’t know how it is possible to love something you’ve never seen or held but only felt (literally), but it seems to be true for me.

I feel like I already have a bond with my daughter. She is “Baby A”…the one closest to my cervix and the one constantly kicking and moving. I know her schedule. I know she is a chow-hound because she always gets active 30 minutes to an hour after I eat. I know that if I sit straight up for too long, she will get uncomfortable and start kicking. When I tell Mark about her movements, I refer to her by name.

I don’t seem to have that with my son…”Baby B.” According to all of the ultrasounds, he is the larger baby and is located pretty high up (way above my belly button). I don’t know why I don’t feel him move as much given his size and how active he looks on the ultrasounds. On the rare occasion that I do feel movement about my navel, I get incredibly happy.

I think I just need to retire to a long, hot shower. Get all these tears out of my system — nothing like a good cry in the shower, eh? — and try to get to sleep…even though I am not sleepy.

According to my twin countdown clock, I have 63 days until March 1st.

Another Wednesday

I don’t have much to report today. I am over all the sappiness of yesterday. Like I said, it was just hormones.

Mark has had this entire week off, but went into the office for half of the day to meet with an out-of-town client. I sure have enjoyed having him around this week. Usually after anything more than a long weekend, I am eager for him to return to work and a normal schedule because we start stepping on each other’s toes, so to speak. That has been the case this week.

After four full days of not leaving the house, Mark and I went out to a local pizza place. Getting out and about is becoming a chore for me. After my last little tumble last week coupled with the fact that I am getting so massively pregnant, it’s just the smarter choice to stay put. But come on…four days is too long for me. It was nice to be out in public again, but about halfway through dinner I started to feel bad. I had some minor cramping (can I call it “cramping” or it technically contractions? Not sure.) and felt exhausted. So, it was a quick dinner and then back to the house.

Our Last Lonely Christmas

This was a very strange Christmas this year. For the first time in memory, we spent Christmas alone…not with family, not travelling to see family. It really didn’t even feel like Christmas to me.

There was also a strong sense that this is the end of an era for us. This was our last Christmas alone for — well — forever. We decided to make a traditional meal, even though it was just for us. Mark made his first attempt at turkey…which turned out pretty good. I cooked all of the traditional side dishes…which are always good. It’s funny how it takes hours to prepare a meal like that and then about 10-12 minutes to eat a plate of it and feel miserably full. We cooked enough food for 6 people (we’ve never mastered the art of cooking for just two), and have leftovers to last us a good while.

Honestly, I am glad this was our last Christmas like this. Next year we will be surrounded by family, stockings, lights, a Christmas tree, tons of pretty packages, but most importantly, our twins. I am getting more and more emotional when I think about our babies lately. I am so ready to meet them, see what they look like, and get a sense of who they are.

On a related topic, I have a week and half left until I start my third trimester! I wish I could get into a magic time machine and fast forward time to February 15th…that’s when the countdown really begins.

Ho-Ho-Hum

I woke up this morning to the aromas of Mark’s famous breakfast — omelet with mushrooms and smoked cheese, bacon, biscuits, and sausage. He made a fest for me and mom before she headed off to San Antonio. It has been incredibly chilly and rainy. Perfect for napping in front of the fireplace…which I did a good deal of yesterday.

I was a little sad to see my mom leave so early this morning. I did not get to spend much time with her (she was only here a day and a half), and we did not do much of anything. She likes to “pet” my belly and talk about the twins as if they are already here. We talked about my fears about birth and wondered what the twins would look like. She reminded me about how much fun next Christmas will be with 9 month old babies, and all the fun times that are literally just a few months away. She also told me how proud she is of me — that I’ve handled this high-risk pregnancy amazingly well, surprising even my doctors, and she’s never heard me complain about it. I guess that comes with wanting something so badly for years and finally getting it. It was just good to hear all of that. Every pregnant daughter needs her mother it seems.

The night before I gave Mark the new golf clubs he wanted so badly. So, he went out and braved all the crazy last-minute shoppers looking for a new golf bag and driver. He was as giddy as a kid. I think I must be half nuts to be giving him new golf clubsa few months before we have infant twins to take care of, but he really wanted them.

We had plans to go out to eat last night, but due to the nasty perfect-for-getting-sick-in weather, we opted to cook steaks, baked potates and green beans here at the house instead.