Week 11 Update

Good god. Seriously. Look at this stomach. This is only week 11 and I am undeniably larger than I was. Compare week 11 to week 5. Wait, let me do it for you. Check out this side-by-side comparison of a six-week difference. Now can you tell?

I think the nausea has almost gone away. I was okay most of last week, but it did rear its ugly head this weekend and yesterday. From what I’m reading, the placentas should be finishing forming so hopefully I’ll get full relief soon.

I’m trying to eat a lot so the babies will get big and strong. It’s extremely difficult and not nearly as fun as I thought it would be. In addition to the breakfast (high-fiber, high-protein cereal), lunch (sandwich or whatever’s leftover) and dinner (whatever), I’ve started eating a yogurt between lunch and dinner. I also try to eat something after dinner. I am so full. (However, I did take my belly pics before breakfast. That’s on an empty stomach.) But the good thing I’m discovering is that more food in means more food out. Is it possible I could have shit more all these years had I just eaten more?

Meanwhile, today was a little bit scary. I got extremely stressed and overwhelmed at work, to the point that a stupid tear wandered down my cheek because I was so stressed. I started having pains and pressure downstairs and got pretty scared. It subsided along with the stress, but returned after I was on my feet at home for a little bit. I guess I’ll have to talk to the doctor next Friday and see what she says.

Speaking of doctors, I found out by unhappy accident that the doctor I’ve seen is not board certified. I saw that shit about Kanye West’s mom. I am so not going there. The book I’m reading, “When You’re Expecting Twins, Triplets, or Quads,” recommends you see a maternal-fetal medicine specialist, and gives a bunch of resources for checking out doctor credentials. That’s how I found out my doctor isn’t even board certified.

Luckily, the place I’m getting the 3D/4D scan at is a maternal-fetal medicine place and the doctors there are covered by our insurance. We get some time to consult with the doc, and if she seems cool, I’ll probably just switch. It might be “just twins,” but these are my twins and I want to keep them safe, healthy and happy.

In other news, we spilled the beans to the family this weekend and it was only a matter of time before half the world knew. It was really exciting and such a relief to finally tell. I don’t plan to tell the rest of my department at work until after this scan on the 23rd, on the Wednesday after that at our weekly editorial meetings. I’ll be 13 weeks, officially in my second trimester. I really don’t want to even tell a few of them, but I think the bump is getting pretty hard to hide nowadays.

The book says don’t plan to work past 28 weeks. That puts me at the beginning of September. Sure, 17 weeks sounds like a long time, but that’s really soon.

And I’m reading that everything needs to be done sooner. One woman I read about online pointed out that while 8-month pregnant ladies with singletons are painting the nursery and nesting, you’re either already a mom, too huge to move and/or on bedrest. So I guess maybe we should get stuff done this summer, maybe August.

A tiny, tiny bit of fear creeps in once in a while. It’s still so early. There’s not much time to get things done, but so much time for something to go wrong. I’m scared that this wonderful thing will be taken from me. I pray and pray and pray that it won’t. I am feeling overall very positive about everything. I’m still on top of the world with happiness.

This weekend, Chris and I are celebrating our third wedding anniversary. Maybe I’ll get to run around in my bikini with my little bulge hanging out.