35 weeks - Woot! Woot!

We've been watching quite a bit of Dora the Explorer in our house lately.  Lillian was introduced to it at daycare, since John and I are not huge proponents of television for our young children.  However, I have to admit my Spanish is getting better from watching a bit of Dora, so it can't be all that bad.  And I think Dora might actually be a good role model for little girls.  Anyway, to my point, they have a song they sing at the end of each episode that rolls through my head for days on end.  But I am going to make it my theme song of the day.  "We did it!  We did it!!  We did it!  We did it!!!

35 weeks down.  I can't believe I've been laying down for almost six weeks.  Where did the time go??  John thinks this is the longest pregnancy ever.  Probably because he has to listen to my complaining, and paranoia about every contraction, and be a single parent.  Me on the other hand, I feel like it was yesterday that we found out about the twins, when, in fact, it was 29 weeks ago.

My doctor appointment and non-stress test on Monday went great.  Babies do what they need to do for the NST within about seven minutes, but I still have to sit there for the full twenty.  Fine by me, I just get to listen to the little heartbeats while relaxing in a hospital bed.  After the NST, I went on to the doctor who told me I just continue to "beat the odds".  I guess to still be holding on tight six weeks after preterm labor is a nice accomplishment.  She even told me that if I get to 36 weeks, I can get up and do a little more.  Obviously nothing strenuous, but I can go out to breakfast with my family (boy do we miss our Saturday mornings out to breakfast!).  Or maybe sit and sew a few things I wanted to get done before the bed rest. 

I hoped I would make it this far, but five or six weeks ago it just seemed so far off.  Here we are though, and I am VERY happy with the progress made.  The weekly baby updates I receive at this point just tell me that the babies are getting fatter, there is not much left for them to do but gain weight and mature a little.  Every extra day is still a big deal, but healthy babies are born at eight months gestation all the time.

This was supposed to be my last week on the job.  Neither John nor I can really fathom why six weeks ago we thought I could still be on my feet and working 40 hours a week.  I know people do it, and I guess because we were told that the mothers of spontaneous twins can usually handle the stress late into the pregnancy, we thought I would just naturally do the same.  Thing is, I don't think we took into consideration that I didn't just work 40 hours a week, work was actually the easy part.  There is so much more to being a working mother than just working.

After six weeks of not working, I have to admit, I don't miss it in the least.  Maybe this is because I was moved to a position after Lillian was born that I think was intended for me to become quite bored with.  Actually, I should not make assumptions on my former employer's intentions, but the position was less than stimulating, and not something a person with a fashion degree and 13 years experience would normally agree to. 

That being said, I am becoming quite excited about my new job soon to start here at home.  After having one child, I am more confident and look forward to spending time with all three of my babies.  They grow up so fast, and I have some regret that I missed so much of Lillian's first two years.  I hope to make up some of that time.  I feared at first that it would be less stimulating than my office job, but I don't think it will be.  I think it will be more stimulating, just a different kind of stimulating.  And something I doubt I will ever regret.

I will keep updating as usual, however, if there is a lag in my posts, it is likely because we've had a birthday.  It could happen any day now, and I could not be happier or more excited for the day to be here.

Oh and I don't have a picture this week because it doesn't do my belly any justice when I take them of myself.  All I can say is I got a good look in the mirror the other day and asked myself "who's alien body IS this?"