Week 19 Update

How do I describe a week where I can no longer see the scale? Where I have not one, but two blood sugar crashes in one day? Where I have to do the splits to pick up anything off the floor?

I would apparently have to describe it as a week where I’m 19 weeks pregnant with twins.

First: That pregnancy euphoria? Yeah, that shit was short-lived. I’m often a mess, feeling depressed and stressed (I honestly didn’t mean for that sentence to come out so lame). I suppose it doesn’t help that they’re trying to kill me at work. Ten-plus hour days have been the norm for the past three weeks or so. I usually cut myself off after nine hours tethered to the desk. I hope they know what to do when I’m on leave.

I had a regular OB appointment this morning and all is still well. You know, since it’s been two days since anyone’s seen me. I passed my blood glucose test just fine. Blood pressure’s still good. Dr. Spectacular did a quick ultrasound and the babies waved at me. He still feels they’re identical, and the extra placenta chunk is a succen… succentur… something-or-other placental lobe. No problem. They just have to remember to fish it out when I deliver.

I’ve surpassed a weight where I no longer feel comfortable sharing that number, even if I do have an excuse. My uterus now dominates my torso and has just a smidge more to go before my entire trunk, from pubic bone to breastbone, is all womb. I am, in two words, fucking huge. Already. Three words.

Oh, and that bloody nose? The fucker won’t give up. One blood blob after another, like a damned coke head. It’s getting hard to breathe, especially at night. I’m still in this horrible phase where I get up to pee sometime between 3 – 5 a.m. and it takes me at least an hour to fall back asleep, if I do at all. That is a phase . . . right???

The latest thing I noticed just last night, in fact: Swollen feet. It took me a minute to realize why they looked different. They were swollen! Not too much, but I couldn’t see my dainty little feet bones.

I certainly don’t mean to be all bitch and moan. I do have plenty, and I mean plenty, to be incredibly thankful for. The glacier has migrated, I have a great job, my babies are HEALTHY and perfect. We’ll start shopping for nursery stuff next week.

Oh. And I can feel them kick now. Not all the time. Not every day. But a few times now. A whack and a punch on the outside that gets me so giddy, I can hardly stand it. Those are my girls in there!