First he's into my booze.
Then he raids my wallet.
Hmmmm....
Luke is 9 months & 3 weeks old.
Showing posts with label sheer panic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sheer panic. Show all posts
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Trouble
I'm not sure about this mobility thing...
First he's into my booze.
Then he raids my wallet.
Hmmmm....
Luke is 9 months & 3 weeks old.
First he's into my booze.
Then he raids my wallet.
Hmmmm....
Luke is 9 months & 3 weeks old.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Luke Crawls!
Finally! Forward momentum!
Luke just needed the proper motivation. The remote control. Of course.
I love, love, love the jerky, uncoordinated movements and the maniacal laugh. Such joy! We're so proud of him. He's been working on crawling for what seems like, oh, forever. He's been rocking on all fours, scooting himself backward, even rocking & kinda frog-hopping his back legs forward. But until today there was no actual crawling. Yay!
One person, however, is not too thrilled.
Poor baby. Joseph has never really been too fussed about being mobile. Somehow I think this new development may change his mind.
And yikes! Time to do some serious baby-proofing. I've been putting it off in the hopes that my babies would just stop growing so fast. In hindsight, it wasn't the best of plans...
The boys are 9 months, 1 week & 5 days old.
Luke just needed the proper motivation. The remote control. Of course.
I love, love, love the jerky, uncoordinated movements and the maniacal laugh. Such joy! We're so proud of him. He's been working on crawling for what seems like, oh, forever. He's been rocking on all fours, scooting himself backward, even rocking & kinda frog-hopping his back legs forward. But until today there was no actual crawling. Yay!
One person, however, is not too thrilled.
Poor baby. Joseph has never really been too fussed about being mobile. Somehow I think this new development may change his mind.
And yikes! Time to do some serious baby-proofing. I've been putting it off in the hopes that my babies would just stop growing so fast. In hindsight, it wasn't the best of plans...
The boys are 9 months, 1 week & 5 days old.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Love and Ambition
Oh man, these poor cats are screwed once the boys are mobile.
Joseph loves him some Lani
And speaking of mobility, someone I know is working hard at it. I'm hoping I still have a while but guess I should start looking into how to hide all those loose wires around my baby's feet. And working on my herding skills.
Luke, very busy and important
The boys are one day shy of 7 months old!
Joseph loves him some Lani
And speaking of mobility, someone I know is working hard at it. I'm hoping I still have a while but guess I should start looking into how to hide all those loose wires around my baby's feet. And working on my herding skills.
Luke, very busy and important
The boys are one day shy of 7 months old!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Worry Wart
I had a nightmare. About losing one of the babies.
I think as the reality of their birth gets closer and closer, my bouts of soon-to-be mommy anxiety are getting more and more intense. Usually I'm stressing about the day-to-day stuff. How am I going to breastfeed two babies at once? How do I bathe one if the other has a meltdown? How am I going to deal with this whole stay-at-home mom thing? Will I be able to give them each the kind of individual attention they need? How do I raise them to be healthy, happy, independent boys and not serial killers?
This is the first time in a long time - probably since we were at the halfway mark - that I've actually had any kind of morbid thought about losing one of them.
This latest nightmare may be due to my OB appointment yesterday. It wasn't horrible by any means. I'm now 75% effaced (instead of 50%) but still only 1 cm dilated. That's all okay. However, I've gained 8 lbs since I saw her last week. EIGHT! It's all water retention but still! That ain't right! My blood pressure was definitely on the high side compared to my normal although still acceptable (120/80). But that weight gain and the fact that I'm carrying two in here, which puts me in a higher risk category for developing preeclampsia, got my doc nervous again.
Honestly, I wasn't really worried. I was more excited about the prospect of meeting my boys soon. Yay! But then I got home and finally read through the brochure about pregnancy and high blood pressure that my doc had given me a few weeks ago. Turns out it is really scary stuff! And I have 2 of the 3 warning signs for impending preeclampsia.
I go back in on Friday to have everything checked out. If my bp is high (in the 140/90 range), I'll be wheeled straight over to the hospital to get this show on the road. At this point, I'm completely fine with that. Better safe than sorry, right. And by the time I'd be discharged, the babies should be at 36 weeks exactly, which would probably mean, no time spent in the NICU.
So I'm going to try not to freak out about the what-ifs, and instead focus on the positive. I could have outside babies by the end of this week! My boys could be here in a matter of days! That's insane... :)
I think as the reality of their birth gets closer and closer, my bouts of soon-to-be mommy anxiety are getting more and more intense. Usually I'm stressing about the day-to-day stuff. How am I going to breastfeed two babies at once? How do I bathe one if the other has a meltdown? How am I going to deal with this whole stay-at-home mom thing? Will I be able to give them each the kind of individual attention they need? How do I raise them to be healthy, happy, independent boys and not serial killers?
This is the first time in a long time - probably since we were at the halfway mark - that I've actually had any kind of morbid thought about losing one of them.
This latest nightmare may be due to my OB appointment yesterday. It wasn't horrible by any means. I'm now 75% effaced (instead of 50%) but still only 1 cm dilated. That's all okay. However, I've gained 8 lbs since I saw her last week. EIGHT! It's all water retention but still! That ain't right! My blood pressure was definitely on the high side compared to my normal although still acceptable (120/80). But that weight gain and the fact that I'm carrying two in here, which puts me in a higher risk category for developing preeclampsia, got my doc nervous again.
Honestly, I wasn't really worried. I was more excited about the prospect of meeting my boys soon. Yay! But then I got home and finally read through the brochure about pregnancy and high blood pressure that my doc had given me a few weeks ago. Turns out it is really scary stuff! And I have 2 of the 3 warning signs for impending preeclampsia.
- Sudden weight gain of more than 2 lbs per week (yep!)
- Swelling, particularly of the face and fingers (check!)
- Headaches, blurred vision and upper abdominal pain (I haven't had any of these)
I go back in on Friday to have everything checked out. If my bp is high (in the 140/90 range), I'll be wheeled straight over to the hospital to get this show on the road. At this point, I'm completely fine with that. Better safe than sorry, right. And by the time I'd be discharged, the babies should be at 36 weeks exactly, which would probably mean, no time spent in the NICU.
So I'm going to try not to freak out about the what-ifs, and instead focus on the positive. I could have outside babies by the end of this week! My boys could be here in a matter of days! That's insane... :)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Bedrest?!?
Yep, bedrest....
I suppose I was due for some drama because this "high risk" pregnancy has been such a breeze up until this point. But I'm now officially bed-ridden until these boys arrive, hopefully not too soon.
A few weeks ago, my doc surprised me by saying I was already 25% effaced, meaning my cervix had slightly shortened & softened.
Not a huge deal. People go weeks and weeks being 25% effaced with no problems.
Well, my meeting on Thursday showed a little more progress. Now I'm not only 25% effaced, but I'm also 1 cm dilated. And my blood pressure was a bit on the high side - 128/86. They don't really worry until bp gets to be 140/90 so I was still under that, but my doctor thinks that I might be preeclamptic by next week so onto bedrest I went.
I saw a colleague of hers yesterday. Still only 1 cm dilated & my bp was a bit more sensible - 114/74. He was also going to give me the fetal fibronectin test, which could tell us whether or not I would be safe from going into preterm labor for at least a week. However, since I'll be 34 weeks in a few days (and at 34 weeks they don't stress about giving moms steroids to help mature baby's lungs in case they arrive early) and since I have twins (which tend to develop a little faster than singleton babies), we decided to not bother with the test. Plus, there was a chance that I'd get a false positive so what's the point, right. So it's just playing the waiting game now. I go in again on Monday to make sure there was no more dilation or effacement over the week-end.
Now I'm hoping to at least last for a few more weeks. Greg, on the other hand, is pushing for 2 weeks and 6 days exactly. Then he'll share a birthday with his boys. :) That'd be cool. But boys, at least 2 more weeks, okay. For your mama.
I suppose I was due for some drama because this "high risk" pregnancy has been such a breeze up until this point. But I'm now officially bed-ridden until these boys arrive, hopefully not too soon.
A few weeks ago, my doc surprised me by saying I was already 25% effaced, meaning my cervix had slightly shortened & softened.
Not a huge deal. People go weeks and weeks being 25% effaced with no problems.
Well, my meeting on Thursday showed a little more progress. Now I'm not only 25% effaced, but I'm also 1 cm dilated. And my blood pressure was a bit on the high side - 128/86. They don't really worry until bp gets to be 140/90 so I was still under that, but my doctor thinks that I might be preeclamptic by next week so onto bedrest I went.
I saw a colleague of hers yesterday. Still only 1 cm dilated & my bp was a bit more sensible - 114/74. He was also going to give me the fetal fibronectin test, which could tell us whether or not I would be safe from going into preterm labor for at least a week. However, since I'll be 34 weeks in a few days (and at 34 weeks they don't stress about giving moms steroids to help mature baby's lungs in case they arrive early) and since I have twins (which tend to develop a little faster than singleton babies), we decided to not bother with the test. Plus, there was a chance that I'd get a false positive so what's the point, right. So it's just playing the waiting game now. I go in again on Monday to make sure there was no more dilation or effacement over the week-end.
Now I'm hoping to at least last for a few more weeks. Greg, on the other hand, is pushing for 2 weeks and 6 days exactly. Then he'll share a birthday with his boys. :) That'd be cool. But boys, at least 2 more weeks, okay. For your mama.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Dissertating
This is what a miserable grad student looks like.
Please note the aforementioned double chin...
Bump Progress: 27 Weeks
It has been TWO months since I last posted a bump picture. You'd think that since this is my first (and probably last) pregnancy that I'd have a whole series of weekly photos to document the entire process. But then you'd be wrong.
As you can see there has been significant progress in the bump expansion department. But I feel the picture above doesn't adequately capture the magnitude of the beach ball that is my belly.
So how about some nekkkkid pictures?! :)
And here is where I freak out my friends who haven't been pregnant...
See that dark line that's traveling down the middle of my belly? Don't panic! That's the linea nigra, another one of the weird perks of pregnancy hormones. It goes away (or so I've been promised) after the babies arrive. I have a really bizarro one that sometimes looks like there's also a bruise around my belly button. Normal but not as common.
No stretch marks yet. (Thank you, thank you, thank you) My mom never got any in the course of having 3 BIG babies so I'm hoping I'm in the clear on that one. No swelling yet - unless you count my chubby cheeks. (I was referring the ones on my face, not my booty, but I guess that applies as well.) I gain weight like a damn chipmunk so one of the first things I get is a fat face. In fact, I've recently seen evidence of a double chin. Lovely.
I've since gotten used to maneuvering my body. No more crushing the babies by bending over because I forget the bump is there. There's no forgetting this puppy anymore! Since the weather's warmed up, I'm on a strictly flip-flop shoe regime so Greg's been spared from helping me dress in the mornings. I can still roll myself over in bed, but the movement must be accompanied by a grunt or two. Good thing Greg's a heavy sleeper.
One of the very cool things I've noticed this week is the fact that my belly MOVES! I mean, if the boys are kicking, especially Left Baby - he's definitely more squirmy than his brother, I can sit back, look at my belly and actually see my skin bounce from all the kicks & punches & rolls! It really is amazing. And I'm loving every minute of it.
p.s. In case you were wondering, my 27-week belly is the equivalent size of a singleton mom's 34-week belly! That's almost FULL TERM, people! And we still have a long way to go. I'm going to need a crane to move myself around by end of this...
Sunday, March 22, 2009
We're Into DOUBLE Digits, Kids!
Look over at my pregnancy ticker!!
Only 99 days left!
OMG. I have soooooo much to get done before these babies arrive...
Only 99 days left!
OMG. I have soooooo much to get done before these babies arrive...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Um... Come Again?
HOLY. CRAP.
Greg and I just came back from the mailbox. Two seconds after we walk through the door, Greg says I need to see something. He turns to me and proudly displays a letter he received from the U.S. Department of Justice's Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.
It is an official letter of clearance, stating that he has been "approved to transport, ship, receive or possess explosive materials."
Um.... yeeeaaaaahhhh...
Greg and I just came back from the mailbox. Two seconds after we walk through the door, Greg says I need to see something. He turns to me and proudly displays a letter he received from the U.S. Department of Justice's Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.
It is an official letter of clearance, stating that he has been "approved to transport, ship, receive or possess explosive materials."
Um.... yeeeaaaaahhhh...
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Animal Kingdom
Our house has become overrun with wildlife this week-end.
First a sweet, little stray kitten followed my sister to our front door on Friday night. After crying outside our door (for approximately 0.3 minutes), I caved and brought him inside. I mean, come on. There are coyotes and cars out there!
He was such a sweetie, purring the entire time, and keeping me company while I played on the computer.
Instead of being annoyed at yet another furry critter taking up residence in our home, when Greg got home he melted too. Sucka!
The little fella has no chip implant so we've posted flyers around the neighborhood. Hopefully someone will claim him soon. He's obviously been loved on by more than us.
In the meantime, he can be our snuggle bug...
And in other wildlife news...
The cats were going crazy at the door leading to our washer and dryer. I kept hearing sporadic scrambling noises and was convinced that we had either a mouse or, heaven forbid, a rat freaking out in there. I called in the reinforcements, but Greg was too chicken to take a look. I left it too because there was simply no way in hell I was going to investigate either. The next thing I know Greg is screaming from upstairs saying there was a bird in the house!
I ran up and found the poor thing desperately ramming itself against the window trying to fly out. I was yelling at Greg to get the kitchen gloves and grab it when he gave me this shocked, wide-eyed look and then informed me I'm not touching that thing... Excuse me? Isn't that in your contract or something?
Since he was useless (that's right, Greg, I said useless), I donned the gloves and used a bucket to trap the terrified beast against the window. Greg swooped in to cover the lid with cardboard - my hero... And then I ran downstairs and out the front door to free it.
Apparently, it had climbed in through the dryer vent and then pecked it's way out of the tubing to get in. Ew. But that's not all! Before the day was over, we had two more come in the same way! One died -no idea how- and the other we were able to steer out through the back patio doors. We went outside trying to find the route in, but couldn't see anything. Aren't those things supposed to be covered with a screen or something? I have no idea. But I'm hoping that will be the last of our interlopers for a while.
First a sweet, little stray kitten followed my sister to our front door on Friday night. After crying outside our door (for approximately 0.3 minutes), I caved and brought him inside. I mean, come on. There are coyotes and cars out there!
He was such a sweetie, purring the entire time, and keeping me company while I played on the computer.
Instead of being annoyed at yet another furry critter taking up residence in our home, when Greg got home he melted too. Sucka!
The little fella has no chip implant so we've posted flyers around the neighborhood. Hopefully someone will claim him soon. He's obviously been loved on by more than us.In the meantime, he can be our snuggle bug...
And in other wildlife news...
The cats were going crazy at the door leading to our washer and dryer. I kept hearing sporadic scrambling noises and was convinced that we had either a mouse or, heaven forbid, a rat freaking out in there. I called in the reinforcements, but Greg was too chicken to take a look. I left it too because there was simply no way in hell I was going to investigate either. The next thing I know Greg is screaming from upstairs saying there was a bird in the house!
I ran up and found the poor thing desperately ramming itself against the window trying to fly out. I was yelling at Greg to get the kitchen gloves and grab it when he gave me this shocked, wide-eyed look and then informed me I'm not touching that thing... Excuse me? Isn't that in your contract or something?
Since he was useless (that's right, Greg, I said useless), I donned the gloves and used a bucket to trap the terrified beast against the window. Greg swooped in to cover the lid with cardboard - my hero... And then I ran downstairs and out the front door to free it.
Apparently, it had climbed in through the dryer vent and then pecked it's way out of the tubing to get in. Ew. But that's not all! Before the day was over, we had two more come in the same way! One died -no idea how- and the other we were able to steer out through the back patio doors. We went outside trying to find the route in, but couldn't see anything. Aren't those things supposed to be covered with a screen or something? I have no idea. But I'm hoping that will be the last of our interlopers for a while.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
That's the sound of the screaming inside my head. A relentless, high-pitched, piercing shriek of horror...
These last weeks have been filled with sleeplessness, chest pains and panic attacks.
When I start feeling woozy, I force myself to stop and take a few deep breaths. On the commute home I read papers and listen to Enya to keep my head from exploding, and I'm only semi-embarrassed to admit that so just shut up! And I'm trying to pretend my bowels are in fine working order. Mind over matter, right...
But today - at 4 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. - it will be all over. Thank God!
Inhale. Exhale.
Ok, wish me luck.
These last weeks have been filled with sleeplessness, chest pains and panic attacks.
When I start feeling woozy, I force myself to stop and take a few deep breaths. On the commute home I read papers and listen to Enya to keep my head from exploding, and I'm only semi-embarrassed to admit that so just shut up! And I'm trying to pretend my bowels are in fine working order. Mind over matter, right...
But today - at 4 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. - it will be all over. Thank God!
Inhale. Exhale.
Ok, wish me luck.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Therapy in Snippets
I just emailed Greg my concerns about the impending doom that is my committee meeting.
from: Larisa
to: Greg
Committee meeting.
Thursday
3 p.m.
Heart palpitations.
Can't breath.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!
I don't want a phd!
13 minutes later, his reply:
from: Greg
to: Larisa
I think I'm already breaking out in hives... Oh God.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six...
from: Larisa
to: Greg
Committee meeting.
Thursday
3 p.m.
Heart palpitations.
Can't breath.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!
I don't want a phd!
13 minutes later, his reply:
from: Greg
to: Larisa
Committee meeting. GOOD
Thursday BEFORE THE WEEKEND
3 p.m. MEANS A LIE-IN
Heart palpitations. TAKE ASPIRIN
Can't breath. COUNT TO 10
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK! NO COMMENT
I don't want a phd! YES YOU DO!
Thursday
3 p.m. MEANS A LIE-IN
Heart palpitations. TAKE ASPIRIN
Can't breath. COUNT TO 10
FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK
I don't want a phd! YES YOU DO!
LOVE YOU SUPERSTAR!!!
PS - We are not going out this weekend with Shawn
I think I'm already breaking out in hives... Oh God.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six...
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