The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy Props

Now that I'm "officially" in the third trimester, and thus sage and wize, I thought I'd pass on a couple of things I’ve learned along the way that would be incredibly helpful if you or someone you know is just starting down this pregnancy road – there are a couple of items that will become your best friends besides your best friends. I’m sure that every girl will have some that are different, but I’ve listed a few I could not, now, ever live without:

1. Get a nice big Nalgene water bottle and keep in full and with you all the time. Hydration is one of my short comings, I’m sure, but, if properly hydrated, one will avoid (or at least suffer less from) many pregnancy maladies (see “Sitz Baths” below) and will also lighten Braxton-Hicks contractions. Note: ease up on the water intake sometime around 7pm so you don’t spend all of what should be your sleeping hours making quick stops to the bathroom.
2. Get a “C”-shaped pregnancy pillow. An ordinary body pillow will not do. If your girlfriend kindly lends you her ordinary straight body pillow, thank her, but invest the $40 and get the “C” shape. This thing will curl around to support your neck & shoulder on the top and your growing belly on the bottom while propping up your hip as it sits between your thighs. This is definitely the most comfortable way I found to sleep. And, if you’re a stomach sleeper like I am, and your shoulders have just “had enough” of side sleeping (they get sore!), try curling your “C” pillow into a doughnut. Stick your belly in the hole and, at least until the 3rd trimester, you can once again sleep comfortably on you stomach.
3. Get a laptop computer. This suggestion was actually given to me at my first OB doctor’s appointment from the doctor herself! Just after the ultrasound and congratulating me on the twins in week 8, she said, “If you don’t have a laptop computer now, get one.” She also suggested wireless internet connection, although we have just been using a really long cable. Our computer thankfully was already a laptop. I was glad because, just based on the pregnancy alone, I doubt that we would have bought one. However, I love the fact that we do have one as it has made all the difference to me allowing me to also be productive (and creative) rather than just watching Oprah on TV.
4. Get a bed-tray. Paul and I got a breakfast-in-bed tray from some friends as a wedding present. I have used this as a computer table as well as a breakfast/dinner table while in bed and it’s been very helpful. The one suggestion I’d make: get a tall one. Ours has perhaps 8 inch legs… this is too short. As your belly grows, you’ll need a taller table. I’ve “made do” by propping the legs up onto the “C” pillow which gets me 4-5 more inches, but doesn’t make the table as steady.
5. Prescriptions: Ask your doctor for prescription pre-natals with stool softeners. Trust me! Take them and your Nalgene bottle with you wherever you go or you might forget. Hopefully, the combination will prevent you from having to use the next suggestion.
6. Inflatable Sitz-Bath: You might be within the 50% of pregnant women that don’t have to deal with this subject. I found out quickly (week 16) that I wasn’t. My first bat with this purposefully un-named issue resulted in necessary out-patient surgery (not fun! In fact, my doctor told me if I can live through that, labor will be a cinch!). Hardly anyone gets it that bad, but the issue returned in a more normal way around week 24. Not wanting it to progress, I became diligent in following all doctor suggestions including Sitz-Baths 3-4 times a day. Filling up and sitting in the bathtub that often became cumbersome and time-consuming. My sister-in-law, who’s involved in physical therapy, told me about these little inflatable toilet-topper Sitz-Baths. After 15-minutes with eBay, I found out just how easy it can be! (Sometimes it’s worth talking about the unmentionables!) Also note: your doctor can also get you prescription-strength topical cream that will help tremendously in this area as well.
7. Get a belly-band. Although this suggestion came from the maternity store, it is not a gimmick – especially if you’re expecting to get very big (like if you’re having twins). A belly band is just a lycra band (which can be purchased in many colors – I got basic black), sort of like a tube top, that fits around your lower belly. It is especially necessary in transitional times (maternity clothes just a little big but regular clothes too small) or with below-the-belly pants. It is very helpful also when your belly is so round that your blouses no longer cover the bottom few inches between your belly-button your pants. It’s a drafty situation, unless, of course, you remember to wear your belly-band. I use mine way more than I expected to.
8. Get the fridge ready. In the middle of the night, you will wake up famished and unable to fall back asleep without a snack. My suggestion: stock the fridge with easy to eat foods. The best snacks are the ones you can eat/make without having to fully wake up. Also, ones that combine carbs with a protein will work the best and last the longest. My favorites: celery sticks or apple slices with peanut butter, yogert ("Gogerts" are ideal as you can still lay sleepily in bed without spilling), cottage cheese on toast, or bagels with cheese.

Spring Showers!

Cake reads: "Diaper Pins, Baby Oil, Two are Coming, For You to Spoil"

Not only was March 20th the first day of spring, a day that brought some rain, and Palm Sunday (when Christians celebrated Jesus's arrival to Jerusalem), but it was also a day we had a celebration in anticipation of the Curletto twins' arrival into the world.

Long-time girlfriends Liz, Lisa, and Jodi hosted a wonderful shower for the twin girls at the Orinda Country Club. We were lucky enough to have all sorts of friends and family attend. The longest traveled was my paternal Grandmother who came from Salem, Oregon. I am number 5 of her 12 grandchildren and the twins will be great-grandkids numbers 9 and 10. Many others drove in excess of one or two hours each way to attend. We were blessed by such active support and love. The twins were truly showered with all sorts of gifts (many of them pink and matching), including 2 handmade quilts which will be made by their Great-Aunt MaryAnn and 2 handmade heart-embedded blankets knit by their maternal Grandma, or "Gigi" as she prefers. Gigi also pulled out an outfit that was received at her baby shower 35 years ago when she was expecting me. A pretty pink jacket and pants set I remember seeing in my baby pictures and using to dress up my little doll "Julie" when I was young. The set brought back many memories!!

In week 26, Braxton-Hicks contractions came more steadily, but still no outrageous cravings or aversions (although I'm never quick to turn down ice cream!). For the first time in my life, my notoriously large chest finally looks small when matched with my big belly! Paul and I laugh at what I would look like if I had "normal" sized-B boobs with my current belly. They'd probably call a police escort to get me to the hospital everytime I touched my belly.

Since the babies are big for their age, we're guessing that they will come earlier, too. I thought it would be nice to have Gemini twins (is that a redundantancy?), but they may end up being Tauruses. We'll see if they can make the May 23rd deadline which will make them twins in two different ways. I've decided that I'll work another week and a couple days, but that's it. I hope the rest of the waiting game will run as smoothly.

Week 25 - Above Average Meetings with the Doctors

Well, the only disappointing thing about week 25 is that the printer at the sonogram appointment was jammed and not working. No pictures in-utero this month, but that might not be a bad thing!

We did learn that the babies are still doing great and are, in fact, quite big in size. The normal singleton (one baby per pregnancy) weights about 1.5 pounds this week and is about 7.5 to 8 inches from crown to rump (top of their head to, well, their rump). Multiple babies are expected to be a bit behind those numbers. Our babies, however, are ahead in their weight, even when compared to a singleton. This time, "Baby B" is the chubba-lub weighing in at 1 pound 13 ounces - which is only 2 ounces more than her sister. So, they are nearly a half-pound more than the average singleton baby each.

This puts me measuring in at where most of my peers would be at week 32. I look 7 weeks (or almost 2 months!) bigger than I really am. I've gained 40 pounds now which has taken form as an increasingly large shelf just below and in between my boobs. Some of my maternity clothes, especially those I got early-on in pregnancy, don't fit me any more. Braxton-Hicks contractions (painless "warm-up" exercises for the uterus) have started and I am also knocked down to just 4-hour maximum work days. As we turn to week 26, we begin to realize that the single-digit week countdown is just around the corner.

Musical Babies

Niece Alisia Plays Music for her Expected Cousins

My cousin Holly lent me a contraption that has helped us lately have a lot of fun. It's a triage of three different microphone/speaker mechanisms which allow you to: 1) listen for the babies' heartbeats, 2) play music for them and 3) talk or read to them.

Paul and I tried listening earlier in the beginning of the 2nd trimester and couldn't hear anything but underwater sounds (which apparently is the sound of ambiotic fluid). It wasn't very interesting. However, on Sunday, Alisia and I took it out again to listen. And, surprise, we did hear the rat-ta-tat-tat sound of at least one of the babies' hearts.

Spurred by excitement, Alisia then took out the microphone and proceeded to introduce each member of the family to them in typical Oprah Winfrey interviewer style. Then she told them the story of the 3 Little Pigs before playing some nice Chopin piano for them.

They are just 25 weeks old today and apparently can hear quite well. We will have to ask them later what they remember about Alisia's introduction to the outside world!

Week 24 - Some Frustrations Develop

I have learned a lot about the limitations of pregnancy this week. I have mostly learned that I am no longer in control. I guess this is part of “motherhood” that I need to start getting used to!

I caught a slight cold last week. No big deal, really, just a little sore throat, slight congestion, and a feeling that I should sleep it off. So, I took a day off of work, mostly to be proactive and, though I felt fine over the weekend, took it easy and slept a lot then too. I went back to work on Monday, a little later than usual since it was the first week that I was to cut back on my hours (again, just a preventive measure to make sure I was being very kind to myself). Monday and Tuesday didn’t feel quite right (dizzy and a bit nauseous), but what really got my attention was mid-week when I couldn’t handle Wednesday’s pre-natal yoga class. I could only do half the stretching before I’d start to feel "off," dizzy and like I should lie down. I even took a break and rested in the bathroom for a couple minutes to give myself a little pep-talk: “You can handle yoga… it’s just stretching and breathing…no big deal and hardly any exertion!” No use. The instructor also noticed I wasn’t feeling well and helped me get comfortable lying down while the rest of the class finished the stretches. I was a little scared and even more embarrassed.

I puzzled rational explanations during the ride back home and Paul was getting concerned as well. By morning, I still felt the same. I figured that I must be anemic (that would explain all the symptoms) and called my doctor who wanted to see me that afternoon. I figured that he’d just give me some iron supplements and, within a couple days, I’d be back to feeling normal again with additional “zip” and energy. After the “one-over,” I was informed I’m not anemic, just a little run-down from the cold and very big. Most women who measure my size, he reminded me, are in their 8th month. Breathing for me is like having a collapsed lung or breathing through a straw. He sent me home with a note excusing me from work (not kidding) for the next day and told me to cut back even further if I didn’t feel 100% by Monday.

Disbelief set in. I’m not ready to cut back any more; it’s too early. I’m already frustrated that I’m having to cut back on all sorts of normal activities: carrying groceries from the car, cleaning the car, lifting my dog into/out of the car (she has bad hips), putting away dishes in the higher shelves, etc. I can’t reach my sweater shelf anymore in the closet and need to ask Paul to get my shoes for me. Heck, I’m even having trouble getting in/out of the bathtub without Paul’s help. It's easier to justify the potentially physically straining cut-backs. There isn't much physically involved with this stuff, though. My job is not that hard; pre-natal yoga is not that hard. What’s hard is believing that I have to start cutting back on this easy stuff. What’s even more difficult is realizing that I still have 13 more weeks and I may have to dumb-down my activities even further. What does that leave me? A bunch of Oprah and web-surfing?

So, things are happening a lot faster than I expected. I need to create a paradigm shift in my thinking: It’s good that the babies are bigger for their age; it gives them an advantage. It’s good that I’m being forced to “let go”; it may be my last opportunity to “take care of me first” for the next 18-years. It’s good that I can’t do anymore household chores; Paul will get used to doing them for me (well, we know that won’t happen - that's a bit far-fetched, but perhaps I can get him used to a housecleaner??).

So, a Pregnant Woman Walks into a Hospital...

We get the good news Monday morning before we go off to work: our good friends Lisa & Cameron had their baby girl, Brynn, during the night! Mom and baby are fine and I am very anxious to go and see them.

I find parking across the street from the hospital and walk into the entrance to the information booth. Maternity is on the 3rd floor and the security guard there will tell me which room she's in. I find the elevators and easily find the security guard on the third level.

As I approach, he tells me, "You need to check in downstairs first." He adds some confusing instructions that sound nothing like I expected to hear and I stare back at him blankly. He points to my belly: "You're checking in to have your baby, right?" "No," I respond. "I'm just visiting Lisa Gallaway. I'm not due for another 13 weeks."

I laugh about it with Lisa after I get my "hall pass" and visit with her and her baby. Brynn looks tiny! She's 6 pounds, though and I marvel to think that mine will probably be tinier! Long fingers, but tiny palms, tiny lips and itsy-bitsy features. Perfectly beautiful.

Two-hours go by and I decide it's time to get to work. Walking past the nurses' station toward the elevator, I hear, "Looks like we'll see you back here any day!" A smiling nurse is changing the names on the dry-erase whiteboard. "For one thing," I'm thinking, "I'll be an entirely different city much less a different hospital. And for another,... (sigh!) never mind."

"You betcha!" is all the nurse hears.

So, Where Are you Registered?

My sister asked me to register for baby stuff. She wanted to start buying the twins things, which is really nice (what a good aunt-to-be!). I was reluctant since I thought it was so early. Truth be told - I'm really glad I did. Who knew that this was such a complicated project and would take so much time and learning?! Thankfully, there are people to help. How else could one figure out such things as nursing pads, breast pumps and the difference between a co-sleeper, bassinet, pack n' play, or crib and other ideas completely foreign to non-parents? And which is best for twins? So, after much deliberation and countless hours researching the finer points of crib mattresses, etc., I set up a "wish list" at a little place called Lullaby Lane (cute, huh?) in San Bruno. They have absolutely everything, are close enough for shopping and convenient enough for most friends whether they live near-by, near the phone, or just near the internet!

Lullaby Lane: 650-588-7644 (or 1-800-588-7644 for those out-of-town folks) Weblink: http://www.lullabylane.com/gift_registry/index.cfm

Mom and I got together and decided on pale yellow and off-white for the primary nursery colors. Bedding is so expensive, that she and I decide that we will try to make the bumpers ourselves. (Should prove interesting!) Mom is ready to start knitting blankets, and we start gathering a vision and momentum toward this vast project. With so many helpful friends who have already had babies, we have found the need for clothes is not as dire as other baby gifts. However, even I find it difficult to resist all the cute little oneies, socks and dresses they have in the stores!

Week 23 - Passing the Torch

The Cook Twins - 75th birthday

Remember these cute kids? Well, they were 73 years younger the last time I pointed them out. Still can't guess? Here's a little hint:
http://aboutourbabies.blogspot.com/2004/01/grandma-dearest.html

Yep, it's my Grandma Betty (on the left) again and her twin sister, Louise (on the right). The both of them are pictured above on their 75th birthday. You may remember that we lost Grandma Betty a little over a year ago, just short of her 90th birthday. Her twin, Louise, my great aunt, who never really left the East Coast, we learned just yesterday from her son Carl, passed similarly to Grandma in her sleep on Saturday, just short of her 91st birthday.

Louise and Betty were born together, in lieu of an incubator, they shared the warmth of the kitchen oven (no, really!), they celebrated birthdays together, grew up together, went to school together, lost their husbands the same year, learned to become widows together, vacationed together, and died almost within a year of each other. I'm sure that they right now are looking down on us together.

The loss of Louise feels like the closing of the chapter of the Cook twins and fortifies my determination to give them some sort of honor and recognition. When I first learned Paul and I were to expect twins, I automatically thought to name them in some way that would draw a similarity or parallel to my Grandma and the whole twin phenomenon. I feel even stronger about it now.

If we had a boy, I wanted to name him "Gianni [pronounced "Johnny"] Truesdale" (Truesdale was the maiden name of the twins' mother, Dora, as well as my Grandma's middle name). My first pick for a girl name: "Bettina Louise." Now that they are both girls, I want to name the younger one "Bettina Louise" as my Grandma, whose birth name was Bettina, was the younger between her sister and she.

My Grandfather also had a sister Louise and probably to honor both of their sisters, my mother, their only daughter, was given the middle name "Louise." Paul's not fond of "Bettina" (come to think of it, he's not fond of any of my names), but likes "Tina." I think I'm going to stick to my guns on this because the thought remains steadfast.

My heart goes out to Carl and his family in the loss of their mom. It was hard to get accostomed to living without Grandma Betty, even knowing that her last years weren't her best and comfort was easier found for her with her passing. I'd like to see this series of events lead to a positive in the passing of the torch between twins - one set newly lost and another on the cusp of new life. I hope in my girls, the Cook twins can be remembered and hope that they share much of the closeness that Louise and Betty did.

Week 22 - 3 Times in the Course of An Evening

Week 22

So, I get in the elevator on my way home from work on Monday, and about 3 floors down, it stopped to pick up 3 ladies also heading home. They must work together as they're giggling and chatting as they get in. The doors close and one of them turns around and with a big excited face exclaims, "Oh, my gosh! How many days until you're due?"

"Days," I think. Oh, this is going to be funny!! I quickly do the math and, oh, so matter-of-factly answer, "One hundred nineteen...Seventeen more weeks to go." I'm pleased at her perplexed look and the sudden quiet in the elevator. But, feeling a little evil, and not wanting to make it too awkward, I also add, "They are twins, though, so they don't leave me much room." Relief sets in and they are all the sudden busy with all sorts of questions. The elevator sounds like a hen house until we finally reach the bottom floor where we all get out.

It's raining outside, and I walk to the BART station amid a sea of opened umbrellas. The BART station is especially full today and there is hardly any room left on the platform on which to wait. My train approaches next, and I'm not even sure I'm going to make it on as there are so many in the already crowded train, and I'm sure I'm not going to get a seat. I feel fortunate that I'm one of the last to make it in the car and can find at least something study to hold on to. I figure things might open up by Oakland City Center and get ready to ride the 10 minutes or so standing up. A young lady sitting near me immediately offers me her seat. However, she has a giant box of flowers 3 feet tall (it's Valentine's Day) to manage, so I decline knowing what a mess I'd be putting her in. Two other people - men unencumbered by flowers - instantly pop up and I realize that I must look pretty bad off. (I take the seat anyhow!)

Mom picks me up. We are going to a birthday gathering over dinner and dessert. A bunch of my mom's friends and the local daughters of the 2 birthday girls (I'm one of the daughters and my friend Lisa, who is also expecting, is the other) along with their husbands. Lisa is 13 weeks further along that I am and is on required bed rest as she has signs of pre-term labor. She's hoping to make it at least another week to 36 weeks. She and I practically grew up together and are like best friends. Although I talk to her on the phone a number of times a week, I haven't seen her for at least a month, so I sit down on the couch where she's reclined to catch up. She soon points out that we are the same size, even though she is set to give birth in a number of days and I have 3 months to go. OK, that's 3 times in under 2 hours. I'm suddenly very self-aware and decide that it may be time for another visual for the scrapbook.

3-D Sonogram - Week 21

Week 21 - Baby A

The ultrasound technicians must say the same thing to every set of parents: “Oh, what a beautiful baby,”… “She is so photogenic!”… “Perfect kidneys”… “They are the cutest twins – so perfectly matched!”… “An A+ visit today!” This is our 5th time seeing our babies on the screen, and I think we always bought the lines and subconsciously puffed up in pride and optimism at the complements. Today, however, our view was a little different. We think they’re nuts!

Today, the sonogram technician “flipped a switch” that we’ve never seen before: the newest technology in ultrasounds - so new in fact that CPMC is the only hospital in San Francisco to have it – 3-D pictures. We went from seeing the flat fuzzy linear etchings of shape (which we were used to interpreting) to all the sudden seeing contours, shadow, depth and dimension. It’s fascinating to see the details, but the lines about our babies being so “photogenic” and “beautiful” are no longer convincing. See for yourself…

OK – so they look like burn victims. It’s alright to think it – we think so, too. We understand where horror-film directors and make-up artists get their inspiration. They have gone though this too! They are still a bit ribby in someplaces and a bit bumpy in others, but they are half-baked and the images are based on sound waves, which can have some interference… They do have sweet faces – closed little eyes like they are sleeping and sweet little lips and a nose. I can make out the right hand on which she is sleeping, but what’s that other thing? A claw or an umbilical cord? I hope it’s not an arm!

We left the office laughing and unsure if we should share these photographs with others lest they think that we create monsters rather than babies. People at my work who asked to see, even after the disclaimer I gave, were rather quiet and brief – they didn’t study them as long as they had previous photos that used the old technology. I don’t know – you decide: is the 3-D a better way to view a baby or does it just scare us a bit more?

The good news, everything is still doing great. The babies are a total match, exactly the same weight: 441 grams (about a pound) each, which the technician says is a first in her 14-year experience. Their length is no longer easily measured by the ultrasound as they don’t fit in one frame anymore, but the book we have says they are about 7.5 inches from the top of their head to their bum (legs are extra). I’ve gained 33 pounds now and would like to start shopping for some flat shoes. I thought that I’d wait since I was convinced that my feet would spread soon and thus change the size, but it hasn’t happened yet, and my doctor has questioned the short-heeled mules that I have been using.

It’s taken 21 weeks for them to grow from nothing to a pound. In the next 4 weeks, they should grow another pound, thus doubling their weight. I can only imagine what that’s going to do to my belly, back and ribs! Guess I should start filling out my disability paperwork so I can start a reduced work day and not have to hold their weight all the time. It will be an interesting 4 weeks.

My Little Hawaiian Flower

I still have mixed emotions and a little trepidation about going to a sonogram appointment; it is a serious love-hate relationship. The very first thing I do once that receiver hits my gooey belly is scan the monitor for that one-important, life-giving organ - the heart - to ensure it is still active and beating. I am always relieved to see it moving in its strange 4-sectioned rhythm, and it helps me to relax and focus instead at the other beautiful details of light and dark images on the sonogram screen. This is all because of the memory of my little lost flower.

Last year, Paul and I traveled to Maui, Hawaii for a very important event - my sister's wedding. While there, we enjoyed all sorts of other island activities, among them, snorkeling at a locals' spot, called Three Graves, where I realized a transcendental moment gliding side-by-side gentle sea turtles, following them as long as my breath allowed. The next day, adorned with local island plumeria flowers (a Maui icon), and surrounded by all our family, I stood by my sister's side and witnessed a phenomenally beautiful wedding. Her wedding day, May 29th, which also happens to be my dad's birthday, also happened to be the day Paul and I saw our "stick turn pink," indicating we were pregnant. Our trip to Hawaii suddenly meant much more after that pink stick and practically everything held deeper meaning.

We were ecstatic for weeks. I bought several books, shared with friends and family, and bought a secret momento - a gold ring in typical Hawaiian style adorned with a central plumeria flower and surrounded by 2 sea turtles. I wore the ring every day and looked forward to meeting my baby. Six weeks later, at our first sonogram, instead of the anticipated joy, we learned the terrible news that the baby had no heartbeat and had died two weeks prior. The shock couldn't hold the steady weeping that happened over the next hours, days and weeks, which permanently changed the way Paul and I live our lives.

The day after the bad news, I went to the hospital for the D&C (minor surgery to remove the baby’s carcass from my uterus). As part of the surgical preparation, I had to remove all my jewelry. Opposite of my wedding ring I still wore the plumeria ring that celebrated the inception of the baby that no longer exists. “What should I do with it now?” I contemplated. Do I throw it away? Though the urge was real, I instead tucked it away in a compartment in my purse that I was unlikely to visit. After a pensive moment, I took a deep breath and followed the nurse down the hall to the procedure room.

They say that twins know they are connected very early in the womb - even before they are big enough to interface physically with one other. They have done studies of children born out of what they call a “vanishing twin” scenario (when one twin dies very early – before week 10 – and is absorbed back into the uterus, thus appearing to have vanished rather than mis-carried) and find that the surviving child goes through real feelings of loneliness and need for companionship as they age, as if they were missing or searching for someone. For that reason, twin books encourage parents of surviving twins to acknowledge and celebrate their “vanished” sibling as if they were an important and meaningful member of the family.

I wonder if our twins have any “knowledge” of the one that came before them; if they will find a kinship of sorts knowing that not all their parents' babies are here. I know that Paul and I feel it, even though we may not discuss it as much as we did before our second pregnancy. For this reason, I have decided to revisit that section of my purse where I left “my little Hawaiian flower,” take it out, and add it to my jewelry box along with all the other treasures and family heirlooms stored there. And, as I do, I look with irony – or perhaps foreshadowing – to notice and remember that on either side of the flower is a sea turtle - my Hawaiian flower and twin turtles. Perhaps there is already a bond.

Another aside – my father has hopes that his first grandchildren, the twins, will be born on his birthday, May 29th. This is of course very possible as they will be in their 37th week at that point, at full term, and ready to live in the world. The irony in that possibility is also odd – remember, not only is that the same day as my sister's wedding, it was also the day we discovered our first baby, our little Hawaiian Flower.

Rose Petal Caresses - Week 20

Some people describe it as butterflies, some as "the squirmies," a bubble bursting or gas movement. It is something that I've been consciously anticipating for 4 weeks now, even though some women don't feel it for 2 more weeks. There are so many ways that these first movements, the "quickening," are described, that it's hard to envision what to expect. A roller coaster ride? An adrenaline rush? For me, however, a totally different analogy came to mind.

Last night, after finally struggling to find a semi-comfortable sleeping position, I settled down, lain on my side, with Paul cuddling close behind. In my ready-for-sleep daze, I felt what I first thought was Paul affectionately stroking my belly with something soft. After focusing on the sensation, I realized it wasn't Paul. "Could it be a baby?" I thought. I moved the body pillow away from my belly and waited to see if the feeling was still there. Soft little petals continued to stroke the inside of my upper abdomen and I whispered to Paul, "I think I can feel her... it's Baby "B" (which refers to the one on top)." "Really? What does it feel like?" "Rose petals... rose petal caresses." I take his finger to show him where I'm feeling it.

Newly awake and still unsure if the feelings were imagined or real, I am now very focused on any sensation. I wait in silence for about 5 minutes and then all the sudden, a tadpole, much lower down, changes direction and leaves a wake of fluttered movement and I'm sure now that we got our first "good night" wishes from both Baby A and Baby B.

They hold their silence no longer. Throughout the day today at work I could feel them like little muscle twitches, although it was more difficult to figure out which one was creating them. Perhaps they were together, making a game of it.

No wonder there are so many different ways used to describe the first movements - they are all so different from each other. There can be rose petals first, followed by swimming and stirring, little muscle twitches, and gas bubbles all next to each other. It is a very reassuring feeling, although I know that in the months to come I will wish they would quiet down. Right now, it's fun and energizing and I am amazed with the variety of sensations I feel. Each movement makes me smile with awe and wonder.

Support in Numbers - Mothers of Twins Club

Yesterday, I attended my first meeting for a local chapter of the Mothers of Twins Club. Besides their monthly meeting for all members, they have bi-monthly informal meetings for new and expectant parents of twins. This meeting happens to be in the middle of the day, so I took some time off of work to see what it was all about.

There were 10 women and a dad in attendance - 2 of us were expectant mothers and the rest were new moms/dads. The gal sitting next to me was the other expectant mom and was scheduled for her C-section in 5 days. She is a small-sized woman and I almost gasp in horror and anticipated discomfort to see how big she is. She is more square than round and I am sure that her ribs are expanded near the breaking point. There isn't an inch in her torso that isn't used by her babies. I silently wonder if my longer back might help me, should I be as lucky to go to term. All but one mom gave birth at California Pacific Medical Center, the same hospital we are planning to use, and they absolutely rave about it. One of my questions to the group was how many actually made it to term (37 weeks) and how many needed the C-section. Most fell under the 37 weeks, but the earliest was only 35 weeks - not too scary. All but 2 women had C-sections, although the moderator assured me that the statistic was really more like half. Other questions brought up were lactation and feeding questions, how much help to accept questions, horror stories about well-meaning, but un-educated advise or demands of non-twin or non-moms, advise on scheduling, sleeping, and helpful gagets that are "have-to"s with twins.

The truly valuable part to me at this point, however, was just sitting there for 2 hours and watching 8 sets of twins and their moms be happy, content and productive. The proof that even after 4 weeks, mothers with twins can have a "normal" life - get out of the house, visit with people and still get changed, fed, and have all their other needs met. It will take a lot more observation and sharing of ideas and schedules (time management and scheduling are the core of success, it seems), and I look forward to spending more time in groups like this with women who are already in the trenches. Although all moms have admitted to crying everyday for the first couple of weeks, there does seem to be hope that this might just be workable without a full-blown emotional breakdown.

Week 18 - And she's getting larger...

Trying the old ski pants on in Tahoe at 18 weeks.

For the long weekend, Paul and I traveled up to Tahoe with his sisters, their families, and their cousin Christine and her family. Before we left, I was told by the doctor to stay out of aerobic activities through the 3-day altitude acclimation process. So, no snowshoeing or cross-country skiing, but it left all sorts of time for snowman building and taking the kids sledding. The funny part, which deserved a picture itself, was trying to put on the old ski pants so that I could stay dry. I've grown so much, that I needed to take out the plastic string from a kitchen garbage liner and use it to try to close the pants. It worked for a while, although it did break once as I got up out of the snow! The babies' weight now requires that I sleep on my side at night - sleeping on my back will now restrict the bloodflow that runs down my spine to the babies. Sleeping is starting to get tough and I really feel that a body pillow will become increasingly necessary.

The Sonogram - Week 17

A profile look at "Twin A" at 17 weeks.

Today we met with the genetic councilors who told us everything that "could" go wrong with our babies. All sorts of rare and common genetic and chromosomal abnormalities that may or may not affect our babies. At one point, it was so overwhelming, the blood drained from my face and my hearing became distorted, like I was underwater. Comically, when the aware councilor told me to put my head between my knees to regain myself, I had to tell her that I couldn't reach my knees!

But, after a glass of water, and decisions not to have the amnio, we were walked down the hall for the amazing photo session with our babies. Both of them, thankfully, appeared fine. Each had 4 healthy-sized chambers to their heart, 5 fingers, 5 toes, a nice spine, and all the blood supply that they needed. Baby "A" (pictured), who sat lower in my abdomen, was a little bit smaller (10.1 cm compared to 11.8 cm) than the other, but both their heart beats were strong at 145/bpm. Baby "B" turned and looked at the camera during her cameo. One would think that it would be a cute picture to publish, but honestly, she looks more like a Led Zepplin skull than a baby!

That leads to the other important news: Paul and I learned that we were to expect not just one, but two baby girls in June. Now comes the hard part... agreeing on names.

The Countdown - How many weeks are you?

The Curlettos are expecting twins!! We are:

Well, this "nifty" calendar counter relies on a 40-week pregnancy (which would put me at June 19th, Father's Day). My doctor uses a 37-week calendar for twins, so really they are due about 20-days earlier: sometime late May, if we're lucky. Still hard to tell at this point. Nonetheless, this countdown will help you keep automatic track of where we are in the whole grand scheme of things.

The "Honeymoon" Period

Week 15

Just before Christmas, my 10 weeks of pretty bad morning sickness finally started to subside. Just in enough time for holiday food and to host Christmas Dinner without wretching over the smells. For about a month, I had energy, felt great, and gave Paul reprieve from making me breakfast in bed. After about week 18, I started getting uncomfortable again - this time with backaches, stretching abdominal ligaments, and shortness of breathing room.

Meet the Family

Pretty severe morning sickness, the type that lasts all day long no matter what steps you take or advice you follow, sets in at about 5 weeks and is interfering with my daily life. I have picked up a couple of pregnancy books and am relying heavily on one specifically for twin and multiple pregnancies. Their instructions: eat every 90 minutes. It seems to work better than any other remedy, including the B vitamins, which I continue to take anyhow. The only thing that seems to help keep me functional, however, is eating. I have no appetite, no desire to eat, but it does lessen my queasiness enough that I can get out of bed and go to work. I am also exhausted! My regular bedtime has switched from 10:00 pm to 7:30 pm. Some of this has to do with the fact that I'm having to get up 4-5 times a night to pee. I am cranky, irritable, and completely dependent on food. It sucks to be Paul right now.

Regardless, he and I tough it out and decide to drive up to Salem, Oregon for the family Thanksgiving gathering, where we plan to "share the news" with the 30 members or so that also plan to be there. Armed with a cooler full of food (milk, cereal, cheese and protein bars are the favorites), we make the ordinarily 9 hour trip in under 11 (and Paul becomes acquainted with many roadside rest areas). Even though I'm only 10 weeks along, it doesn't take long for family members to "notice" the change in my belly (people at work started noticing at 8 weeks - hey, they're twins!). Anxious aunts eye each other and then smile in glee. These are the first babies in 4 years and they are chomping at the bit for some new little ones. The real surprise is the word "twins." Enough babies for everyone!

Our First Look - Surprise!: Maybe Grandma Could Hear Me!

Our first look... Week 6

At 6 weeks, Paul and I made our way to the doctor's office, held hands, and prayed that we would see good news during our first ultrasound. Not really knowing what to expect or see, we were thrilled to learn that we were pregnant with not only one, but two babies! Although you can see both sacs, only one baby shape is visible in this photo; but when they moved the instrument more to the left, the second one was definitely there. They are only 10 mm long at this point and really resemble sea-horses or sea-monkeys more than they do real babies.

Where We Were When We Found Out...

Sea Kayaking in Mendocino - Week 4

Paul and I had planned on getting away to Mendocino to celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary as well as try out our new sea kayak purchased just a month prior. We stopped at the doctor's office to take a blood test on our way out of town, and the nurse reassured us that she'd call us on my cell phone later the same day to tell us if we were pregnant or not.

When we arrived on the coast, we realized that we didn't get any cell service. So, before dinner, we drove up to Fort Bragg, stopped at the Perko's restaurant to use the pay phone and called in for messages. There was good news on the machine, which also meant that I didn't have to do much paddling the next day as Daddy not only had extra energy, but wanted me to save mine for the baby.