Lest I be allowed to forget just how much fun a stealth puke is, this morning found me suddenly christening the interior of the new car with my breakfast blueberry smoothie while in the parking lot of the post office. At least that gawd-awful, toe-curling gurgling sound that seemed to be my stomach trying to turn itself inside out is now gone. And, now, when the twins arrive and start spewing a variety of body fluids over the car, I suppose I won’t mind quite as much having already done so myself.
Twenty-one weeks today! OB appointment this afternoon, the first of the every-other-week appointments. All has been going fairly well, if you ignore the unbelievably stuffy nose and sinuses, the sore throat from said sinuses draining, the inability to remain asleep after 1am, and a still mostly awol appetite. We’ll be discussing all three of these items this afternoon.
Let’s see…anything else? Oh, we’re signed up for a crash weekend childbirth course. Two full days since that’s the only way S would be able to attend. That’ll be in the later part of January. And we’re going to IKEA this weekend to get cribs and changing tables and bookshelves! Don’t have anywhere ready to put them yet, but that’s just a technicality.
Horray for 21 weeks!
Thank you so much for your comment. It’s so true about how they say your name!!
Congrats on making it to 21 weeks!! Sorry about the puking in the new car, that’s never fun. Also, congrats on having boy/girl twins!!! That’s so wonderful.
The smell of new car is awful, though I doubt hurling in it improves things.
Oooh, the stealth puke is so bad. Those 20 oz Costco cups? They fit in the drink holder. And they can hold a decent amount of vomit. I’m just saying…
My childbirth class was a waste of freaking time. Ugg. So was my breast-feeding class. Grr. May yours be more useful.
And my goal before Christmas is to try to cut out some quilts…
“Those 20 oz Costco cups?” Ha! S now has a direct order to get his grande coffee in a vente cup any time we’re going to be in the car for awhile. We learned the hard way that a grande cup is just a bit too small.
“May yours be more useful.” I don’t really expect much from the CBE class. After two years, I feel fairly confident and educated and I’ve always been a good self advocate in the hospital, but the doula requires it. Plus, I think it will be good for S. There wasn’t a lot of preparation when his son was born and he really doesn’t seem to know much about the whole process. I have slightly higher hopes for the breastfeeding class through the hospital’s lactation center. The woman I spoke to said they can address issues with multiples, and at the very least, I will have made some initial contact with the people/person who will be helping me in the hospital instead of having yet another stranger sprung on me and trying to handle my bits!
Don’t talk to me about quilts! I’m trying to finish up the ones I have left while I can still sit for any length of time. I’m sure some ISB members think I’ve given up!
Happy 21 weeks! Just popping over from stirrup queens, and get used the comments and belly rubs, it gets worse, much worse. I think it’s preparation for when the babies are born and every stranger (even the lady at the McDonalds drivethru) says “oh my God, are they twins????”