Week 20, 14 to go and counting. I’ve another scan coming up next week and I can’t wait. I feel very fortunate to be able to see the babies so often, this will be scan number 5 and I have to go every 2 weeks from then on.
I’m not sure how I feel about the inside of my belly button, some things are not for public display I can see it quite clearly now because its starting to pop out and I’m not sure how I feel about these new boobs that insist on expanding daily, especially now they are beginning to resemble cantaloupe melons and are resting on my belly.
We have decided not only on first names but also on middle names as it’s a bit weird referring to them as baby 1, 2 and 3 and since the last scan they are looking more and more like proper human types. Blaine promptly announced their names on facebook as he has done with everything else relating to the kids so there will be no suprises for anyone, not unless the girls come along and turn out to be boys.
Blaine is becoming more and more excited and talks to my tummy daily and likes to kiss, rub and wish them all goodnight which could be considered a bit mad or wet or just plain lovely. I quite enjoy having my tummy rubbed gently, its quite relaxing and soothing.
I’ve turned into Seargent Major Pickering in my quest to get organised and prepared, making lists of things to buy, do and consider. 3 of everything – oh my god.
We went to look at cars today which was great fun until we talked finances. It depressed me that I won’t be able to afford to change my car until I go back to work after my maternity leave and that’s only if I can find child care that doesn’t cripple me and put me on the list of desperate and destitute crazy mothers of the world. Until then I’ll have to drive Blaine’s VW Caravelle van. All very well until I need to park it – must practise this and become an expert on missing kerbs and not scratching the precious alloys.
I only have 2 weeks left to go at work before the summer holidays and it can’t come soon enough. My blood pressure is on the rise and I’m trying to get as much paperwork tied up and completed as I can before the end of term but it worries me that I’m getting too stressed to get it all done – professionalism or stupidity I’m not sure which, but I do know that it’ll be feet up for the summer. I’ll have to see what the doc says on Friday, if my blood pressure is still on the up I’ll have to learn to let it go and accept defeat.
I’m reading ”The Rough Guide to Pregnancy and Birth” by Kaz Cooke which is brill. It’s a great relief to know that your not going loop de la on your own. There is only one problem, everything is about having one baby, so I’m also reading ‘Twins and Multiple Births’ by Doc Carol Cooper. A far more sober read but very practical an enlightening, but again is geared up mostly for those expecting twins.
Maybe this is is how I’ll make my fortune, writing about triplets and how to use the prosthetic boob bought on the internet so that hubby can feed one baby while I feed the other 2!