No rest for the weary

Well my 6 day lag in posting has nothing to do with the arrival of the twins and everything to do with the fact that I am getting super lazy.  I am 36 weeks tomorrow, and I may be following my doctor's ok to get up and do something.  After doing nothing for almost 7 weeks, I am about to go crazy in the head.

Thing is, I wasn't particularly restful toward the end of last week and over the weekend.  I did my fair share of laying around, but we also had a few events that I just couldn't sit around for.  Not to mention the fact that I'm nesting like crazy.  I just sit here and think of all the things I could be doing.  And last week I did get up and do some of them, despite the consequences.

Can you say "nesting"?

Just to make sure we started the weekend of right, I made sure we had a false labor visit to the hospital, I woke from a nap last Thursday afternoon to massive contractions about 10 minutes apart.  The pain subsided after an hour or two, but I was still contracting about every 2-3 minutes with large amounts of pressure.  So we decided to have Matt and Kathy take Lillian, and we went to the hospital.  John was not terribly happy because he had to miss a work dinner at Capital Grill, but he was a trooper.  He was fairly convinced I was not in labor.  I was not so sure though.  I am so confused at this point because my body is doing weird things all the time.  If my water broke like it did with Lilli, I would know, but since it hasn't yet, I just get nervous I'm going to miss something.  These babies need to be monitored throughout the labor process, so I don't want to wait too long.  Turns out John was right, no change to the cervix after an hour and a half in the hospital, still at 1-2cm.  Contractions persisted and the babies heart rates were reacting to the pressure, but clearly I was not in labor.  Oh well, at least John got himself a free ice cream while sitting in the hospital.  Though I doubt that made up for missing his Del Monico steak and a Stoli Doli.

My "poople fwowers" and new table.

Saturday we had a new dining room table delivered (which this house does not have a dining room, so we've made one up) and some work done on our HVAC unit.  I was up and down quite a bit that day, but did get a little help in the afternoon.  Kathy came by to take Lilli to the green house to buy herbs and flowers and then took her home to help plant (I'm sure there were some plant casualties in this process).  Lilli and her aunt then brought me a nice Mother's Day present of some "poople fwowers" from the garden which when placed next to the lovely tulips brought to me by and old friend made for the loveliest of center pieces on my new dining table.

Pic is old, but this was yet another Sunday in our house.

So on Mother's Day I made an attempt to sit down a little more.  Lilli slept late (almost 8:00!) and John made French toast for breakfast, then we all read the paper (yes Lilli likes to read the paper too).  My family purchased me a pedicure and a haircut at a spa up the street for Mother's Day, which I cannot wait to use.  John is observant and remembered me mentioning that I have not had a haircut since October (gross, I know).  And I'm pretty sure he's afraid of my feet.  Shoot, I'm afraid of my feet, I just can't reach them to do anything about it.  I figure I'll go use that pedicure if I hit 37 weeks and am desperate to start labor.  My highlight of the day was getting out in the car to go get ice cream after Lilli's nap.  Its amazing the little things that can excite me these days... a car ride with the windows down, Starbucks drive through, and even the short walk from my car to the L&D section of the hospital for my testing.

On a sad Mother's Day note, my great aunt passed away, and my mom was very sad about this.  Not to mention that being out of state she already could not spend Mother's Day with her kids and grand kids.  She decided to come in from Colorado for a few days for the funeral this coming weekend.  She then plans to turn around in a week or two and come back to help with babies after John takes his initial week to 10 days of paternity time.  I hope these babies can hold on just a few more days and maybe arrive while Grandma is here.  I think that would be pretty special.

Some strange superstition in me would rather the babies not come on Friday the 13th, but it is such a clear possibility I need to just get over it.  John has two family members with birthdays on the 13th of the month and its really not a big deal.  But to be born on Friday the 13th just seems eerie.  Oh well, it would make for an interesting point in a birth story, right?

At my doctor visit yesterday, everything checked out ok.  Same with the non-stress test.  Babies seem pretty content where they are.  The non-stress test did show that my uterus is "quivering", so basically when contracting or not, it is in a constant state of movement.  No rest for the weary uterus, I guess.  My doctor made a point of telling me that she is on call all weekend.  Though she said the possibility exists for me to make it to induction at 38 weeks (two more weeks, I can't believe it!) I think her intuition tells her I will not make it to this time next week.  She was talking about next Monday's appointment like she knew it wasn't going to happen.  I can't say I disagree with her.

All in all the last week was probably the most eventful and tiring that I've had since being on bed rest.  Even though the events seem inconsequential to most, it was a lot to someone that does nothing all day long.  I should appreciate these last few quiet days to myself and try to rest before the storm, but I'm just so tired of doing nothing.  These babies can show their sweet little faces any time now.