Take that U/S tech!!

So I decided to purchase a home fetal heart Doppler.  I knew full and well that it would be a while before it would work and I shouldn’t expect to hear anything right at 8 weeks (which is when the company implies that you should be able to hear something).

I asked the u/s tech at our first OB appointment when she suspected someone of my stature might be able to pick up the heartbeat with one of these home dopplers.  Her response was at least 14-15 weeks.  This just seemed a bit longer than I was willing to wait.

I tried it at 9 weeks when it arrived.  Nothing.  This weekend I decided to play with it.  After about 15 minutes of moving around on my tummy….i heard it!  It was the faintest of faint wooshes but I heard one of the babies heart beats.  It was strong enough for the Doppler to pick it up and give me a reading for about 5 seconds before I lost it.  The next day I tried it again closer to the bottom of my uterus….after a few minute I picked up what I think was baby A.  HB right in the 170’s.  Such a glorious sound.  So now my goal is to not use it again until after my NT scan on Friday.

Such an anxiety reliever though to be able to know my babies hearts are still beating!

My latest and greatest fondant cake

For those of you that don't know....I have taken on a new hobby of making fondant cakes.  I don't know why...I just thought it would be fun.  A few weekends ago I took a class on it.  It was tons of fun.  Here are the results:

Overwhelmed.

So the reality is sinking in finally.  Perhaps it's my expanding waistline or the fact that we just saw our beans on u/s.  The reality is, we are having twins.  Another reality is daycare is going to cost us a fucking arm and leg!!!!!

Yes...perhaps I am jumping the gun, but I am already calling daycares.  The daycare at my job has a wait list over a year long...so I can't really afford to sit around with my thumb in my ass.

So far the rates have ranged from $700 to $800 per month per child.  In case you are bad at math...I'll break that down for you.  That is $1400 to $1600 per month for child care!!!!!

So at this point many of you are probably saying "Why don't you just stay home with them."  Well for starters...I make more money than that per month...so pure math says that's a dumb idea.  Also....I enjoy feeling like I bring something to our table (ahem...mortgage payments and food).  I don't think I could sit at home all day long.  And I am sure some of you are saying "you just wait and see."  Well I have a few choice words for you. (I am obviously in a fun pregnancy induced pissy state).

So now I am feeling this overwhelming feeling that we can't afford this...that after spending so much money on conceiving this two beautiful miracles, we are going to start living paycheck to paycheck.  I know many people do it...we are not one of those families.  We eat out when we want, we go on vacations when we want, we buy whatever we need a the store.  Am I going to have to live on, dare I say it, a budget???

In other news...I finally sacked up and told my boss.  My belly is starting to give me away and my shirt today isn't doing me any favors.  I seriously look like I am 4-5 months pregnant.  I am sure lots of it is bloating....but I feel huge!  Once I am "out of the closet" so to speak, I'll feel like I can embrace the bump....but until then I will uncomfortably try to suck it in and wear a "Yes I am gaining weight" grin as people gaze and wonder.

Happy fetus-verary?

So tommorrow marks the big cross-over from the embryonic phase to officially becoming a fetus!  Well fetuses. Actaully, based on u/s...that happened last week. 

We had our first appointment with the OB/MFM this week.  It still feels fradulent to be sitting amongst "regular" pregnant women.  I felt out of place....like I just didn't belong there.

Feelings aside, we got to see our two beans again.  I must admit, I was a little nervous that one of them wasn't going to have a heartbeat or worse, neither of them would have a heart beat.  I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I suppose that is the curse of IF.

The nurse did the measurements and both babies were measuring ahead of schedule which if fantastic.  There was some discussion about my due date being a little bit off based on the date of our embryo transfer....but the doctor said "It doesn't matter because you won't make it that far anyways." So we will be leaving it at October 7th.  So according to the fertility clinic I was 9 weeks 5 days and according to the OB (and the measurements of the babies) I was 10 weeks 1 day.

Both little hearts were fluttering away.  174 and 176 respectively.

And now for  a shout out to my fertility clinic that missed the fact that I had a SUBCHORIONIC HEMATOMA!!!!  Thats right...after all of those tears and stress of thinking I was having a MC, there was a source of the bleeding after all.  The doctor said it is now measuring 1mm and that it is nothing to worry about.  Whew.  Would have been nice to know when I was bleeding for 3 straight weeks!

I asked my long list of questions.....one of which DH was especially pleased with: "When can we stop pelvic rest?"  The doctor (who was about 65 years old mind you) looked at his watch and said, well at least wait till you get to the car.  I had to hold back the gigantic laugh I wanted to let out!  Then DH and the doctor high-fived.  I know, I know...sounds like the scene from a sitcom...true story though.

I also asked about having a cercalage-doc said won't be necessary because I will be monitored so closely since we are having twins.  I also asked about c-section vs. natural birth-doc said they will respect whatever we would like to do, however there is a tendency with twins for baby B to flip breech after baby A is delivered.  (We are leaning towards a planned c-section at this....yeah I know I am a horrible person....deal with it!). 

We had an uneventful meeting with a nurse who told us everything we already knew about pregnancy (what not to eat, what not to do, what medicines not to take).  I kind of wanted to shake her and say "These babies cost us 30K to conceive...don't you think we've done our research...afterall I'm not 18, clueless as to who the baby dady is, and living on welfare."

That about sums it up.  We will be going back next Friday for our NT scan.  We are opting to not do the tri-screen because it doesn't give us any information specific to one baby...and truth be told...the results of the tests will not alter our decision to continue this pregnancy.

Here are the most recent pics of our little bambinos:

Let me share with you where NOT to give yourself an injection...

THE THIGH!!!!!!

DH left to go out of town Wednesday morning.  Usually when this happens, I have one of the nurses I work with that knows about my pregnancy give me the shot in my hip.  Well for whatever reason, we both just forgot.  I have given myself the shot in my hip once before and it actually wasn't that bad. However, my growing belly is making it quite difficult to contort myself into a position that allows me to see my ass.  So I decided, hell "how bad could the thigh be."

So I looked up pictures on exactly where and how to give it to myself.  After several minutes of building up the balls to plunge that syringe into my thigh, I did it. 

I will admit the syrninge plunging into my skin was actually not as bad as I had anticipated.  Then came the fun part....pushing the progesterone.

After about 1/4 of the fluid went in, the pressure in my leg muscle was so intense I would have sworn I was about to pass out.  I decided to power through it and finish.  As soon as I pulled the syringe out, I was shooting blood out of my leg.  (Mind you...I pulled back on the syringe, so I know I wasn't in a blood vessel).  It took about 5 minutes to get the bleeding to stop.  My leg was sore afterwards..but nothing compared to what it was the next day.

When I woke up on Thursday, preparing for my flight to meet my husband...I could barely walk.  I had to phycially lift my leg into the car and I was limping horribly.  I felt like an idiot not being able to walk.  The limping lasted until today....I am finally able to walk straight.

It was hands down the most painful thing I have ever done to my leg.  Moral of the story...stick to the hip!!

Picture time

I must apologize for the absolutely terrible quality of these photos.  Hubby scanned them for me and let's face it....u/s just don't scan well.

Anyways...here are the most recent pictures of the little ones:
Here is Baby A, measuring 8 weeks, 0days with a heartbeat of 170

Here is Baby B, measuring 8 weeks, 1 day with a heartbeat of 174:

I am alive...

So sorry to leave everyone hanging after Friday's appointment.

The u/s went great!  Both babies have grown quite a bit since my last u/s. Baby A was measuring 8 weeks 0 days and baby B was measuring 8 weeks, 1 day.  Baby A's heartbeat was 170 and baby B's was 174.

To say I am relieved is an understatement.  The bleeding seems to have stopped (for now).

I appologize for not updating everyone.  We went directly from our u/s to the closing on our new house to packing the old house to moving in.  So this is the first time I have had a chance to get to the computer.  I really appreciate everyone that checked in and expressed concern over my lack of posting.  Having all of you wonderful ladies as support has been a god send.

As for the move....things are coming along.  Our new furniture was finally delivered this morning...so we now have a couch to sit on. We are mostly unpacked but still don't have all of our furniture here as we are leaving our old house staged for sale.  We had some lookers Saturday so I am crossing my fingers for an offer soon!!!

I will be back to post pictures of the babies as soon as I can.  They are actually starting to look like babies believe it or not...little arm and leg buds and all.