My 36-week belly. I love how my husband leaves so much room on the right side of the photo in case my stomach shoots out even more between the time he lines up the picture and then presses the shutter.
I don't want to make the call prematurely, as there are still a few more hours left, but it looks like the babies won't be coming on my first day post bedrest. And what a wild day it's been:
7:30 am - Wake up, lay in bed
8:00 am - Eat breakfast in bed, SITTING UP!
8:30 am - Take a long shower
9:00 am - Lay down in bed, recovering from shower
10:00 am - Dry hair with hair dryer, SITTING UP!
10:15 am - Walk downstairs
10:20 am - SIT on the couch, lots of snuggling with Bean
12:45 am - Eat lunch SITTING UP at the table with my family
1:15 pm - Head upstairs to lay in bed (exhausted and uncomfortable)
1:30 pm - Watch DVRed new episode of Tool Academy
3:00 pm - Take a nap
3:45 pm - Back downstairs to SIT on the couch
4:00 pm - Watch "Last Holiday" with Queen Latifah
5:30 pm - Eat dinner SITTING UP at the table with my family
6:15 pm - SIT on couch
7:30 pm - Lay on the couch due to contractions
You know, just the normal stuff that crazy rockstars do.
It's been a great day spending more time with my family, but a difficult day. It's more of a tease to be off bedrest now. It kinda feels like I'm no longer grounded, but I've broken both my legs so I can't go anywhere anyway. My muscles (back and side, mostly) have not grown to support this belly, and I get super uncomfortable very quickly even when I'm just sitting. I walk like I've been riding a horse for the past 30 hours. I would love to get out of the house, to go with Bean and my Mom to playtime tomorrow, but I just couldn't sit comfortably in the car or on the hard chairs at the gym. And of course, I don't want to scare the children.
My belly is, in a word, unwieldy. We are thinking there could easily be two 7 pounders in there already, seeing as 3 1/2 weeks ago they were estimated at 5 lbs 15 oz and 5 lbs 3 oz, respectively. Twins do tend to gain weight slower than singletons in the final weeks, but we also know that my sons prefer to be born as toddlers.
Oh, and point of interest. Quite a few people commented on my last post that they didn't realize I couldn't sit up during my bedrest. The reason is that as far as the cervix is concerned, the weight of the babies is exactly the same when you are upright -- whether you are standing or sitting. Those of us on complete bedrest (as opposed to modified bedrest, which is less strict) are instructed to lay as flat as possible, always at an incline of less than 45 degrees, so that there is little to no pressure on the cervix. How did I drink? With a straw. How did I eat? Very carefully, and not all that well. The hardest task, though, was typing while laying down. That's how dedicated I am, posting and commenting the entire time. I will probably be sainted one day.
Here's to 36 weeks...