(Which I guess makes it sound like I have a history of being trapped inside giant blueberries. For the record: I do not.)
My appointment started with a blood draw -- the much dreaded glucose tolerance test to determine if I have gestational diabetes. I failed my one-hour test with Bean, then passed the three-hour follow-up test. That was a close one. Now with the complications of twins and bedrest in the mix, I'm certain to at least fail this one-hour, if not the three-hour as well. I'm trying to prepare myself for the inevitable, but when the results come in, I'm still going to pout like a tween whose parents won't let her go to the Jonas Brothers concert. YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING FUN! ALL MY FRIENDS CAN EAT CARBS!
Then I met with the wonderful sonographer for the moment of truth. She measured both boys' fluid (perfect and even) and heartbeats (going strong). I tried not to hyperventilate with anxiety as she measured my cervix. It was 2.5 to 2.7 cm! (Up from 1.8 to 1.9 cm last week.) And near the end of the exam, the ultrasound machine crashed and would not restart. My cervix is THAT INCREDIBLE. Fortunately the sonographer had already gotten what she needed -- I would have flipped if it had been broken already when I came in. Sorry ladies scheduled after me, but I can't be held responsible for the actions of my wonky cervix.
Then a quick check with the doc. Weight, blood pressure, and belly all looking good (belly measuring 34-35 weeks). She was so happy for me that the ultrasound indicates bedrest is working. I will be keeping up the meds and complete bedrest, but from the comfort of my own
My Mom is staying indefinitely at this point. She and my DH get at least as much kudos as I do for this bedrest being successful so far. I know how exhausting it is to chase around a toddler all day, plus she has to care for me as well. And DH goes non-stop too, between working during the day and running errands after dinner. When we talked about it today, my Mom said that she wasn't sure if I really wanted her to stay, when in reality I just haven't wanted to pressure her, because I know it's a big sacrifice for her to be away from my Dad, her job, and her life. So let me be clear:
Mom, I want you to stay! Please, stay stay stay! We can't do this without you! We'd be a collective mess of blubbering insanity!
Oh, and thanks to the suggestions of Coffeegrl and Katie, one of my friends has set up a web site to coordinate people who want to volunteer for meals, babysitting, etc. So if you are a local friend and would like the link, please email me or leave me a comment.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to eat the gallon of popcorn that my Mom ordered for me. You never know when the results of that stupid glucose test are gonna come back.