Well much has happened since my last post.
The Twins arrived 27th June 2013 and are Girl & Boy 🙂
Life since has been a crazy whirlwind of from keeping our heads above water and enjoying our little family.
Life has been good to us and I feel very blessed.
Whoo hoo 7 more weeks to go until the they arrive!
All is going well at last scan they are both over 3.3lbs a good weight I’m told, and have both flipped to breach position.
Naughty babies!
Not that it really matters as I’m having an elected c-section with them anyway.
I’m feeling excited and have started to pack my hospital bag deciding on taking one huge suitcase that will house all our bits.
My fatigue and pains have gone up a notch this week where by I’ve had a few days this week spent mainly in bed asleep during the day. I’m attributing this to the babies having a growth spurt as my iron levels are still fine.
I also had a few days whilst prepping the Big Girls for the school run of scary breathlessness and my eye sight Becoming blurry. Midwifes seemed to think it was down to fatigue and doing to much. Hence me then spending most of those days in bed asleep.
My appetite has strangely disappeared as with the Big Girl pregnancies I was eating like there was a bottomless pit in 3rd Trimester, with the twins I’m having to remind myself to eat. Very odd for me.
We had a special Twin & Multiple dedicated Anti-Natal class at the weekend at our chosen birth hospital which was extremely informative covering many aspects of Twin births from how they could sleep sharing a cot together to how Twins are more likely to arrive Pre-Term and the many different scenarios of care involved if that case did occur.
A midwife who was a Twin Mother herself took the class and had invited a guest from our local Multiples Baby & Toddler Club (for life after Twin arrival) was kind enough to bring in one of her twin children (the other refused to come).
She was wonderfully informative on life after Twin arrival and spoke of her own coping strategies if tandem breast feeding (yikes!) and how to cope with having an older child to look after too.
Speaking to her gave me comfort and inspiration in knowing that others had walked this path and had survived. And if they could, so could I.
Not sure if this photo does my bump justice, but its big!
Today was scan day and the babies are both over 3lbs, hurrah! I’m so pleased they are growing well as they should.
I have started to have some painful Braxton Hicks in my back and across tummy but I know it’s all fine as I have no other early labour symptoms.
I’m not anaemic which is good but I do get breathless easily and have lost my appetite quite a bit but have been reassured that this is all down to the babies squishing up my insides.
Oh and the naughty little monkeys are now both breech!
Not sure if that matters as they shall both be coming out the sunroof way…
8 weeks left to go…
Taken on a shopping trip at Mothercare.
I am bursting out of all of the maternity clothes I have. Some are tight and most show the bottom of my pregnant belly. Never an attractive look I think…
Anyway decided to buy a few bits that I hope will last the remaining 9 weeks of pregnancy and that I can hopefully wear after the babies are here too.
So that’s right folks you read correctly, we are now on single figure count down: 9 Weeks left!
How exciting!!
I’m now broody thinking of all the lovely new born cuddles and kisses I’m going to give my babies.
I have sourced a local knitter who will make me some beautiful baby cardigans.
Happy days 🙂
Next week I’m due another growth scan and shall be insisting on some pics to show you all.
Isn’t she beautiful?
However do not let that cute little face dupe you into a false sense of security.
There are days where I swear she is the devil reincarnated.
I know tantrums and power struggles are all par course of this age and yes I know it’s just a ‘phase’ but damn it she’s hard work at the minute.
P wants to take her time doing things, do things her own way or not do them at all!
Like going to the toilet. She needs to go. I know it and she knows it. She’s doing the infamous ‘wee wee dance’ so why oh why does she refuse to go??
And cue wee accident…
Bah!
My youngest daughter is amazing.
I love the way she knows her own mind is growing in personality and strength of own mind day by day.
Just sometimes mind, she needs to know her place. And that be where I tell her!!
Chip off the old block hey? 😉
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