The new me

First of all, where did my belly button go? That's right. 19 weeks, and it's disappearing before my eyes. But that is fine by me because it means the babies are growing everyday. (Seriously, sometimes I see a change from one day to the next.) I had an appointment last Monday, and for some reason I was feeling nervous. I always feel like I'll leave learning some bad news or something. It's hard to let got of that after living that way for so long. But thankfully I left with nothing but good news about the darlings and me. Their heartbeats are all within normal range, and they arms, legs, heads, bellies, and whatever else they look at all seems to measuring right as well. It takes quite some time to do the measurements for three babies, but I enjoyed looking them for about an hour while all the measuring was taking place.They are each weighing 8-9 oz by now, and I am constantly feeling their little kicks and squirms from my ribs to my abdomen. I've been feeling them on the inside for many weeks, but now they are to the point that if I tell KC to come at the right time, he can feel it too. The doctor said that if things continue to look this good, we'll definitely make it to the 33-35 week goal that they have for triplets. I am praying for that. We are over the half-way point for a typical triplet pregnancy, and every time I remember that, I get more and more excited for the coming months. (And it's much easier to be happy and excited without the constant nausea in the way all the time-just now and then these days.) Even though it's easier to have them on the inside, all of this is to have them on the outside, and I can't wait for that day.

Speaking of the absence of nausea, there is hardly a day that I don't take this for granted. This is "the new me" that I speak of in the title. It's so amazing how your whole outlook of life can change without that disgusting cloud hanging over your head. I still have to keep on top of the food, mind you, or else it will sneak in again, but as long as I do, I definitely to feel like myself again (with a big belly, swelling limbs, and back aches of course-but I'll take that any day over feeling constantly sick.) I even made a dinner calendar and stuck by it all week. Even grocery shopping is completely different when you can take something off the shelf without gagging at the thought of eating it. So, I am grateful to be done with that, and happy to move on to getting ready for the arrival of these little ones. And I am here to say, nesting is real. It hit me like a ton of bricks. We are on pack up, put away, throw out, and clean mode in almost every spare moment we have together. Of course I have to take a nap after about an hour of anything really productive, but it's better than nothing. KC is really taking the lead on a lot of the readying responsibilities. Thank the heavens for him.


I've started to make diagrams of the nursery to figure out what we need, and lists of where to get them. Shopping for babies is harder than I thought. Not that I'm that picky, or have anything really special planned, it's just that we need to be on top of things with three coming, making me a little more anxious about the layout, and organization and stuff. But I'm sure everything will be in place soon enough, and we'll finally feel like we are as prepared as we can be. So many decisions, and so little time.

And I am also happy to report that my doctor is happy with my weight, and isn't extremely concerned about me gaining a million pounds (which is what it seems like sometimes). I have gained sufficiently so far, and they think they babies are doing fine. Phew. I mean, it's not like I'm depriving myself or anything. Frequent meals are quite necessary, so I think things will just take care of themselves at this point. I might actually miss this eat-whatever-you-want phase, even though in the earlier weeks I vowed to hate food for the rest of my life. Hormones mess with your head sometimes, wouldn't you say?