The psychology department threw me a baby shower last week. I was very surprised and overwhelmed by the support and thoughtfulness of everyone at school. Between the money and gift certificates, we made some big purchases for the nursery last weekend! Jason was very excited with all the baby stuff (he’s much more into cute baby stuff than I am), and he spent the entire evening oohing and ahhing over everything I brought home. A big thank-you to the psychology department!!
Nothing to report from the doc this week. Except that the babies switched positions, which is unusual. Now they’re all laying sideways. Makes sense because when I’m sitting I usually have my knees up. That position probably squished the ID boys who were originally vertical. Also, I learned that I only gained 1 pound in the last 2 weeks, all of which is probably the babies. I asked the doc if I should consume more calories, and again, the doc said no.”Don’t gain a bunch of weight”, he keeps saying. I still think I should, but since I can’t anyway, I’ll take it.
I’m allowing more and more time between little half doses of Zofran, and I didn’t throw up this week, the first week in months. Now if I could just get my appetite to come back… because I’m doing a terrible job eating. Just terrible. I really hate food and eating. I hear it only gets worse as the babies get bigger, too. I’m thinking of setting out munchies at the beginning of the day, like fruit, crackers, cheese, and veggies, and taking bites of things and I go about the day.
I’m also feeling pretty blue. And since I’m measuring past 40 weeks, it makes sense. I dug through some old triplet blogs and found that past mothers-to-be of triplets had the same issues around this time – sleepless nights, plenty of pain, loss of appetite (though I’ve never had an appetite during this pregnancy)…It’s all becoming very depressing. I can’t tell what’s wrong, but I feel pretty upset sometimes. Everything feels really scary, like I’m gonna give birth soon, but I shouldn’t. Hopefully. I can tell my body’s had enough. I think it must be hormonal, so I’m just rolling with it, hoping it passes soon.
Now I can actually SEE the babies kicking and moving through shirts and even blankets. Jason, sitting across from me, can see the pokes and kicks, too. Sometimes in the car he’ll glance at my belly and see it moving. It’s pretty…weird.
AND…I found a van. Yep, private party that also is transferring the warranty. It was exactly the same as the one for $9600 (2005 dodge grand caravan with 58,000 miles), but we’re getting it for $7400. Jason’s happy because of the warranty, and I’m happy because I got a better deal then if I had bought from the dealer.