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But seriously folks….

Posted in pregnancy #2, triplets? on March 13, 2007| 8 Comments »

You didn’t think I was serious, did you? Triplets? My worst nightmare? Are you kidding me? You’re DARNED RIGHT I WAS SERIOUS. Could I seriously make this stuff up??? Yes, I really did have that nightmare. And yes, it really did play out exactly the same way in real life less than 6 hours later.

And seriosly, HOLY COW! I don’t know what I’m supposed to think. I’m not sure I’m even thinking yet. I’m excited, and terrified, and pissed off, and happy, and stunned, and did I mention pissed off and terrified yet? Because those are the predominant emotions I’m feeling right now. Once again, I think I expressed myself better in a recent email to Mel than I could do otherwise, so I will simply quote the email I wrote in response to her thoughtful query. She offered to get me in touch with some triplet moms, which is awesome (but terrifying), and asked how I was doing. Here was my response:

Right. So I don’t know how I am. I’m pretty freaked out right now. Like completely freaked out right now. Like I have no idea what to think at all. One of the sacs is smaller than the others, so my nurse thinks it won’t make it. I’d like to say that would make me terribly sad, but I’m not convinced it would. I think it’s small because it implanted later, and I suspect that has no bearing on whether it will survive. Half of me hopes it doesn’t, the other half of me feels like a rotten, ungrateful, evil person for thinking that.

I’m not sure yet whether it would be jumping the gun to talk to triplet moms. I can hardly count on this remaining a triplet pregnancy. Certainly I don’t have a terrific history with pregnancy so far (only one pregnancy which resulted in a miscarriage at 12 weeks, then this one that so far has gone from: “hey, you’re pregnant” to “hey you are probably miscarrying” to “hey it’s twins” to “hey, look! there are three!”). Who knows what will happen. I have a friend who got pregnant a week aftet I did last summer. She got pregnant with triplets. She’s due next month, but only a singleton remains… she lost two at 12 weeks. So I don’t know what to think. I don’t know whether to sit around planning for triplets, or just wait and see.

I know I’m blathering. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about this. I know I should feel like I hit the jackpot. But I’m terrified. I’m terrified that I will lose all three. I’m terrified that I’ll end up with three. I’m terrified of having almost a guarantee of severely premature babies. I’m terrified of the consequences of that. I’m terrified that I’ll get used to the idea of triplets and then lose one, two, or all three of them. I’m terrified that I’ll never get used to the idea of triplets and I’ll still end up with triplets. I’m terrified that someday my three beautiful children will find out I really didn’t want triplets in the first place and that part of me actually hoped they wouldn’t all make it. And I feel stupid for being terrified about something I have no control over.

And you know what else I am? I am pissed off because I’m still bleeding. A lot. And I wasn’t at all during my ultrasound today and I hate that they probably think I’m making a big stink about nothing (even though they’re careful not to suggest such a thing). I am, however, grateful that my nurse isn’t calling me a nutjob for wanting to come back on Friday (my originally scheduled appointment for this week) AND next Tuesday when Dr. Amazing will be back. At least she’s letting me come in for ultrasounds pretty much whenever I feel like it. I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m released to a real OB and can’t get my ultrasound fix on a regular basis. And that’s another thing that pisses me off… I love my OB. Can he handle triplets? Or will I be stuck with a perinatologist that I don’t know and don’t like? If I don’t get to have MY OB I’m going to be ticked. Seriously.

And there’s me getting ahead of myself again. Sorry for venting at you. It’s your fault for asking!

And that’s pretty much where I am right now. Freaked out, worried, terrified, pissed off, and slightly (SLIGHTLY) excited. Mostly, terrified. And there goes ALL hope of avoiding an epidural. This is so not okay. I really, really, really, really don’t ever want a NEEDLE IN MY SPINAL COLUMN! I’m not kidding! What a stupid thing to be upset about right now. Oh right. There’s also “how in the heck are we going to afford triplets?” and “Holy Cow, we need a new car, and where exactly is the money for THAT coming from?” Suffice it to say, freaked out is a good way to put it.

As for exact details, I think the two larger sacs were about 9mm and the smaller sac was 6mm. All three had visible, measurable yolk sacs, but I don’t remember how big they are. No fetal poles visible yet, but that wasn’t a surprise. They’re awfully small yet. No heartbeats yet. Also not a surprise, nor is it cause for concern.

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And baby makes…

Posted in pregnancy #2 on March 13, 2007| 10 Comments »

I thought the saying was “…and baby makes 3”. Not, you know, four, or um, five even. Or in the case of my dream last night, six. Last night I had this ridiculous nightmare. I literally woke up in what can only be described as a cold sweat. I had this dream that I went in for my ultrasound this morning and Margaret (sonographer extraordinaire) said, “hey! You’re not having a miscarriage, you must have been having more implantation bleeding, there are THREE now!” Once I calmed myself down I fell back to a fitful sleep, but cramping kept me awake most of the rest of the night. Thank God it was just a dream.

This morning I woke up and had only very light spotting. I considered not going in for my ultrasound appointment. I always feel ridiculous crying wolf. But what could the harm be? S is in Florida on business today, but he gave me a wakeup call this morning at 6 and I told him I might not go to the appointment because the problem seems to have abated. He wisely said, “that’s all fine and good, but you’ll regret it tomorrow when you’re right back to bleeding and wanting to go in.” So I got J ready to leave for school, dropped him off, and went to Shady Hell. I arrived at 8:05 for my 8:30 appointment which I really ought to know better than to do by now. I was called back at 8:50 (my 9am meeting at the office be-damned). I was called into Room 2, which is rare for me, but I like Room 2 just fine. It’s got a lovely mobile on the ceiling, though I admit I didn’t really notice it today.

Margaret said good morning. Dr. C. (whom I like a lot) greeted me and asked what had been going on. I explained that I’d been bleeding pretty heavily over the weekend, but now I really wasn’t. “I feel really stupid being here now that it seems to have stopped.” Dr. C. didn’t hesitate for one second before responding, “Don’t be ridiculous, this is exactly where you should be.” Margaret couldn’t believe I’d stayed away for so long. “Well, you know, either something’s wrong or it isn’t, right?” And on to this morning’s wanding.

“Look at those! They’re growing!”
“No they’re not. There’s only one. Remember? I put in my order for ONE. Not two!”
“Actually…”
“See? I told you there’s only one. You must have been looking at it twice from two different angles.”
“There’s three.”
“Stop it! That’s not funny!”
“No really.”
“No seriously, it’s NOT FUNNY.”
“Look… one, two… three!”

I swear I almost decked her.

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Drama Queen

Posted in my stupid body on March 13, 2007| 2 Comments »

Ever the drama queen, I emailed my nurse yesterday to ask about the bleeding. Every time I think it’s going away and I was worried for nothing, it gets worse. And every time I start to really worry, it stops suddenly. The bleeding was very heavy Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday was lighter, but I figured I’d better check in with her anyway. I’d hate to find out later that I ignored something I shouldn’t have.

Well, the whiny patient gets seen, so I’m going in this morning for a repeat ultrasound. And right on cue, I’m not bleeding (much) this morning. Of course. So the doctor will probably think I’m a complete hypochondriac, which is fine, since it’s not Dr. Amazing this morning.

Hopefully everything is fine and I’m just being a drama queen.

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But seriously folks….

Posted in pregnancy #2, triplets? on March 13, 2007| 10 Comments »

You didn't think I was serious, did you? Triplets? My worst nightmare? Are you kidding me? You're DARNED RIGHT I WAS SERIOUS. Could I seriously make this stuff up??? Yes, I really did have that nightmare. And yes, it really did play out exactly the same way in real life less than 6 hours later.

And seriosly, HOLY COW! I don't know what I'm supposed to think. I'm not sure I'm even thinking yet. I'm excited, and terrified, and pissed off, and happy, and stunned, and did I mention pissed off and terrified yet? Because those are the predominant emotions I'm feeling right now. Once again, I think I expressed myself better in a recent email to Mel than I could do otherwise, so I will simply quote the email I wrote in response to her thoughtful query. She offered to get me in touch with some triplet moms, which is awesome (but terrifying), and asked how I was doing. Here was my response:

Right. So I don't know how I am. I'm pretty freaked out right now. Like completely freaked out right now. Like I have no idea what to think at all. One of the sacs is smaller than the others, so my nurse thinks it won't make it. I'd like to say that would make me terribly sad, but I'm not convinced it would. I think it's small because it implanted later, and I suspect that has no bearing on whether it will survive. Half of me hopes it doesn't, the other half of me feels like a rotten, ungrateful, evil person for thinking that.

I'm not sure yet whether it would be jumping the gun to talk to triplet moms. I can hardly count on this remaining a triplet pregnancy. Certainly I don't have a terrific history with pregnancy so far (only one pregnancy which resulted in a miscarriage at 12 weeks, then this one that so far has gone from: "hey, you're pregnant" to "hey you are probably miscarrying" to "hey it's twins" to "hey, look! there are three!"). Who knows what will happen. I have a friend who got pregnant a week aftet I did last summer. She got pregnant with triplets. She's due next month, but only a singleton remains… she lost two at 12 weeks. So I don't know what to think. I don't know whether to sit around planning for triplets, or just wait and see.

I know I'm blathering. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about this. I know I should feel like I hit the jackpot. But I'm terrified. I'm terrified that I will lose all three. I'm terrified that I'll end up with three. I'm terrified of having almost a guarantee of severely premature babies. I'm terrified of the consequences of that. I'm terrified that I'll get used to the idea of triplets and then lose one, two, or all three of them. I'm terrified that I'll never get used to the idea of triplets and I'll still end up with triplets. I'm terrified that someday my three beautiful children will find out I really didn't want triplets in the first place and that part of me actually hoped they wouldn't all make it. And I feel stupid for being terrified about something I have no control over.

And you know what else I am? I am pissed off because I'm still bleeding. A lot. And I wasn't at all during my ultrasound today and I hate that they probably think I'm making a big stink about nothing (even though they're careful not to suggest such a thing). I am, however, grateful that my nurse isn't calling me a nutjob for wanting to come back on Friday (my originally scheduled appointment for this week) AND next Tuesday when Dr. Amazing will be back. At least she's letting me come in for ultrasounds pretty much whenever I feel like it. I don't know what I'll do if I'm released to a real OB and can't get my ultrasound fix on a regular basis. And that's another thing that pisses me off… I love my OB. Can he handle triplets? Or will I be stuck with a perinatologist that I don't know and don't like? If I don't get to have MY OB I'm going to be ticked. Seriously.

And there's me getting ahead of myself again. Sorry for venting at you. It's your fault for asking!

And that's pretty much where I am right now. Freaked out, worried, terrified, pissed off, and slightly (SLIGHTLY) excited. Mostly, terrified. And there goes ALL hope of avoiding an epidural. This is so not okay. I really, really, really, really don't ever want a NEEDLE IN MY SPINAL COLUMN! I'm not kidding! What a stupid thing to be upset about right now. Oh right. There's also "how in the heck are we going to afford triplets?" and "Holy Cow, we need a new car, and where exactly is the money for THAT coming from?" Suffice it to say, freaked out is a good way to put it.

As for exact details, I think the two larger sacs were about 9mm and the smaller sac was 6mm. All three had visible, measurable yolk sacs, but I don't remember how big they are. No fetal poles visible yet, but that wasn't a surprise. They're awfully small yet. No heartbeats yet. Also not a surprise, nor is it cause for concern.

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And baby makes…

Posted in pregnancy #2 on March 13, 2007| 7 Comments »

I thought the saying was "…and baby makes 3". Not, you know, four, or um, five even. Or in the case of my dream last night, six. Last night I had this ridiculous nightmare. I literally woke up in what can only be described as a cold sweat. I had this dream that I went in for my ultrasound this morning and Margaret (sonographer extraordinaire) said, "hey! You're not having a miscarriage, you must have been having more implantation bleeding, there are THREE now!" Once I calmed myself down I fell back to a fitful sleep, but cramping kept me awake most of the rest of the night. Thank God it was just a dream.

This morning I woke up and had only very light spotting. I considered not going in for my ultrasound appointment. I always feel ridiculous crying wolf. But what could the harm be? S is in Florida on business today, but he gave me a wakeup call this morning at 6 and I told him I might not go to the appointment because the problem seems to have abated. He wisely said, "that's all fine and good, but you'll regret it tomorrow when you're right back to bleeding and wanting to go in." So I got J ready to leave for school, dropped him off, and went to Shady Hell. I arrived at 8:05 for my 8:30 appointment which I really ought to know better than to do by now. I was called back at 8:50 (my 9am meeting at the office be-damned). I was called into Room 2, which is rare for me, but I like Room 2 just fine. It's got a lovely mobile on the ceiling, though I admit I didn't really notice it today.

Margaret said good morning. Dr. C. (whom I like a lot) greeted me and asked what had been going on. I explained that I'd been bleeding pretty heavily over the weekend, but now I really wasn't. "I feel really stupid being here now that it seems to have stopped." Dr. C. didn't hesitate for one second before responding, "Don't be ridiculous, this is exactly where you should be." Margaret couldn't believe I'd stayed away for so long. "Well, you know, either something's wrong or it isn't, right?" And on to this morning's wanding.

"Look at those! They're growing!"
"No they're not. There's only one. Remember? I put in my order for ONE. Not two!"
"Actually…"
"See? I told you there's only one. You must have been looking at it twice from two different angles."
"There's three."
"Stop it! That's not funny!"
"No really."
"No seriously, it's NOT FUNNY."
"Look… one, two… three!"

I swear I almost decked her.

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And baby makes…

Posted in pregnancy #2 on March 13, 2007| 4 Comments »

I thought the saying was "…and baby makes 3". Not, you know, four, or um, five even. Or in the case of my dream last night, six. Last night I had this ridiculous nightmare. I literally woke up in what can only be described as a cold sweat. I had this dream that I went in for my ultrasound this morning and Margaret (sonographer extraordinaire) said, "hey! You're not having a miscarriage, you must have been having more implantation bleeding, there are THREE now!" Once I calmed myself down I fell back to a fitful sleep, but cramping kept me awake most of the rest of the night. Thank God it was just a dream.

This morning I woke up and had only very light spotting. I considered not going in for my ultrasound appointment. I always feel ridiculous crying wolf. But what could the harm be? S is in Florida on business today, but he gave me a wakeup call this morning at 6 and I told him I might not go to the appointment because the problem seems to have abated. He wisely said, "that's all fine and good, but you'll regret it tomorrow when you're right back to bleeding and wanting to go in." So I got J ready to leave for school, dropped him off, and went to Shady Hell. I arrived at 8:05 for my 8:30 appointment which I really ought to know better than to do by now. I was called back at 8:50 (my 9am meeting at the office be-damned). I was called into Room 2, which is rare for me, but I like Room 2 just fine. It's got a lovely mobile on the ceiling, though I admit I didn't really notice it today.

Margaret said good morning. Dr. C. (whom I like a lot) greeted me and asked what had been going on. I explained that I'd been bleeding pretty heavily over the weekend, but now I really wasn't. "I feel really stupid being here now that it seems to have stopped." Dr. C. didn't hesitate for one second before responding, "Don't be ridiculous, this is exactly where you should be." Margaret couldn't believe I'd stayed away for so long. "Well, you know, either something's wrong or it isn't, right?" And on to this morning's wanding.

"Look at those! They're growing!"
"No they're not. There's only one. Remember? I put in my order for ONE. Not two!"
"Actually…"
"See? I told you there's only one. You must have been looking at it twice from two different angles."
"There's three."
"Stop it! That's not funny!"
"No really."
"No seriously, it's NOT FUNNY."
"Look… one, two… three!"

I swear I almost decked her.

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Drama Queen

Posted in my stupid body on March 13, 2007| 2 Comments »

Ever the drama queen, I emailed my nurse yesterday to ask about the bleeding. Every time I think it's going away and I was worried for nothing, it gets worse. And every time I start to really worry, it stops suddenly. The bleeding was very heavy Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday was lighter, but I figured I'd better check in with her anyway. I'd hate to find out later that I ignored something I shouldn't have.

Well, the whiny patient gets seen, so I'm going in this morning for a repeat ultrasound. And right on cue, I'm not bleeding (much) this morning. Of course. So the doctor will probably think I'm a complete hypochondriac, which is fine, since it's not Dr. Amazing this morning.

Hopefully everything is fine and I'm just being a drama queen.

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