Sorry about the silence - my family's been visiting, along with Aidan's kids. It does not for easy blogging make.
Things progress as usual here. I'm in a real state, though - sleep has become something that one reminisces about, along with binge drinking and wearing size 8 clothes. Over a 48 hour period I averaged 6 hours of sleep, and those 6 hours were constantly interrupted by contractions, trips to the toilet, and aches and pains - I can only sleep in one position now (on my right side, as there's a baby's head on the left that's poking out and if I lie on it it bangs painfully into my ribcage) and I'm not happy about it. And although the doctors think I have lost my mucus plug, I've gained a new one in my head, so that when I sleep I'm something akin to Mr. Snuffleupagus. I have found comfort in the arms of one of my true lovers, a man I call Vick (last name Vap-o-Rub). He's the man for me.
On Sunday I had contractions every 4 minutes, for almost 24 hours. At one point in the night (that point would be 3 am. Not like I didn't notice that bastard sneak up on me or anything) I had contractions so painful I was trying to keep from vomiting. I didn't go to the hospital because I didn't think I was in labor and sure enough, I wasn't (I know this as I haven't given birth yet, even though I want to. That, and the contractions have slowed down.)
Yeah, Sunday kinda' sucked.
We had our antenatal check today. I'm going to be hauled in to the hospital every few days now as my blood pressure is much too high. Pre-pregnancy my blood pressure was on the other side of dead it was so low. Today I chalked up 140/93 and 160/85, both personal highs for me. Blood tests last week showed my kidneys straining to handle both me and the twins, and a blood test today showed the uric acid levels a wee (ha!) bit higher still.
But the babies are in fighting form. Last week they were monitored and today they were monitored, and both times they were ruled "the most active babies the midwives had seen in some time". Our daughter appears to be the firecest of the two, she takes some kind of personal exception to being monitored and gets a bit over-energized. A midwife today proposed she's a bit sensitive to noise, which makes her rather like her mother, I think.
The consultant today wanted us to consider a C-section, so we're considering it. I don't mind having one, actually - it's the recovery time that I am worried about if I do have one, as I don't want to leave Aidan holding the bag, so to speak. But we're in discussions here.
The consultant also said that he's confident I will go into labor soon, and if I don't he'll induce by 37 weeks. Inductions seem to be hit and miss - last week we saw a female consultant and she said she'd induce around 38 weeks and a couple of days. I like 37 weeks more. I want 37 weeks. My thoughts went something like this:
Consultant: I think that based on your blood pressure and the fact that the babies won't be growing very much more, and that they wouldn't need time in special care if born now, that we should induce you at 37 weeks.
Me: Don't fuck with me, doc. Don't give me false hope. I haven't slept since shoulder pads were still in fashion, don't even think about leading me down paths you have no hope of clearing. If you say you'll induce me at 37 weeks, my gratitude will be huge. I'll give you a baby, how's that? That's fair.
I know I should be one of those who is all stomach-hugging, pregnancy-as-miracle-of-life type of women (because I am a vegetarian and a liberal, that is. So obviously I must wear sandals and clothes made of hemp, right?). I should be, but I'm not. The babies are healthy. If they are born now they will be ok. So let's evict those suckers and get a move on with life, I can't take much more of this. Constant infections, kidney problems, breathing problems, now sleep problems and massive contractions combined with blood pressure so high I see fucking stars? Yeah. Evict the babies. I'm mighty grateful my IVF cycle worked. Now let's get on with things.
In the meantime, I'm on bedrest and lots of fluids.
You know, because asking a pregnant woman to get out of bed quickly is a real source of amusement.
PS-if I'm quiet, you can usually find me at my other site. I can reach that one using my non-work PDA sometimes, so I'm more likely to update over there.