What a strange week it has been!
Monday evening, I came down with a yucky virus. Through most of the rest of the week, I ran a little fever, had more of an upset tummy than usual, and was completely and utterly wiped out. Finally, yesterday, I started to feel like a normal person again.
I'm one of those who doesn't just get sick when pregnant, I get SUPERTY sick. I got a stomach flu when I was about 19 weeks pregnant with Dacey and I had to be hospitalized to get my fluids back up with an IV. I'm so thankful this time, I was able to retreat to my own bed to recuperate!
Oh, that reminds me - we've noticed that the girls are so much more aware of what we are saying about everything going on with the twins than we've given them credit for. Earlier in the week, after a day of laying in bed and sleeping all day, I rallied the energy to get them tucked in for bed that night. Dacey looked at me with concern and said, "Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest?" Ha! I had no idea she had been listening to grown-up conversations enough to know what that was, and to then assume that I must be on it.
Another funny Dacey story: we've had a lot of fun as a family pondering if the twins are boys, girls, or one of each. One night several weeks ago, we were sitting around in the living room mulling over the question, and AJ once again threw in her opinion that they are both girls. I said, "I hope not, because Daddy says if it's two more girls, he's running away from home!" Dacey very seriously responded with, "I guess you could get a divorce." Kyle and I both nearly jumped off the couch and said NO no no no no. No one is getting a divorce! And then we decided maybe we better not tease about Daddy fleeing over more pink (and hormones! and drama!) in this house.
Anyway. What was I talking about? Oh yes - feeling crummy this week.
I could not possibly have been more surprised by Laura's takeover of the blog and Operation Chickies. All of the pictures of all the sweet things that are standing in as reminders to pray for our little ones ... Y'all. It has just totally filled my heart.
I don't say this lightly, but I want you to know I can feel the power of your prayers and positive, peaceful thoughts. Your comments, your emails, your loving support - it has just saturated my spirit. I can only say it is an embarrassment of riches, how completely blessed I am by all of you. Absolutely.
Once I was on the mend from the virus, I noticed that it seems *crossing fingers* like the first trimester sick stuff is letting up a bit. It's funny - I've become crazy superstitious about exactly what seems to help the most - and I'm terrified to deviate from anything once I've become convinced it works.
For example, I've started taking a full dose of Cal-Mag-Zinc at bedtime every night. It really seems to helping, as does a half of a Unisom tablet plus Vitamin B6, another part of my bedtime routine. Late afternoon to about 8:00 is the worst of sick time for me, and after fully throwing up all I could force down of a meatloaf and sweet potato dinner (I'll spare you the details, but you can just imagine, meatloaf is pretty much The Worst on its way back up), I decided to stick to Ensure shakes for dinner for a while.
I've had quite a few people suggest all kinds of ginger products, which I've tried with varying degrees of disappointment. On a whim this week, I decided to try some ginger ale and I'll be darned but what it hasn't helped IMMENSELY. Every evening, I've been guzzling that stuff like a Baptist on New Year's. What a wonderful surprise to discover it actually works! (for me)
Not much else to report on for the week. Next Thursday, I go in for a regular check-up and then a first trimester screening. They didn't have this when I was pregnant with the girls, and I'm a little leery of it having read about the chances for a false positive indicator that something may be wrong, but we'll see.
If I make it to the national average for delivery day for twins (36 weeks), then I am about a third of the way through this pregnancy! Thank you, Lord! See ya back next Saturday as I happily enter the last week of the first trimester.