In the spring of 2014 I found out I was pregnant with twins and started documenting my journey in a weekly post. I will be periodically posting these past writings, starting from the beginning. This was written Sept 20, 2014.
It’s been an eventful week. I thought I was in the clear with being far enough in my pregnancy, but as I was rounding up on 36 weeks this past week, I started getting a feeling like maybe we weren’t quite ready. Call it mother’s intuition, but something didn’t feel right and I didn’t feel “ready to go” like I thought I would. When I reviewed my calendar I realized I, in fact, was a week behind from where we all thought I was. This means I haven’t quite made it to 36 weeks and am still hovering around 35 weeks.
One of the reasons I hadn’t questioned it previously is that the babies’ weights have been so good and measuring ahead of schedule. This past Wednesday’s ultrasound predicted the babies weighing 6 lbs 11 oz and 6 lbs 8 oz.
At the appointment, however, I also had a high blood pressure reading. High blood pressure can be a sign of preeclampsia, a condition we’ve known about for hundreds of years but have yet to pin down it’s cause. It’s characterized by high blood pressure, large amounts of proteins in the urine and signs of damage to other organs such as the kidneys or liver. Left untreated it can cause death for both the mother and baby, or in my case babies. Preeclampsia affects over one third of twin pregnancies so it’s definitely something to be on the lookout for.
After a couple days and nights of observation in the hospital, my blood pressure mellowed out, test results came back negative and we were able to rule out preeclampsia out for the time being. It was better to be safe than sorry and it served as a good trial run for heading to the hospital. The only way to stop preeclampsia is to induce labor and deliver so we had to be ready for that outcome.
I’m glad that wasn’t the case but we’ll have to keep a close eye on everything. It feels like we’ve been saying this for a while but truly, the end of my pregnancy really is drawing near. I often wonder what it will feel like when i realize I’m “crossing over” to that other side. I’ll never forget the joy I felt that morning I saw my positive pregnancy test. A faint blue line slowly appeared, staring back at me. It seemed weird that something so monumental could be so quiet. I felt It should have been beeping and screaming at me, “You’re pregnant, you’re pregnant!” How could something so big communicate in such a silent manner? I’m thinking labor will start in a similar fashion.
Although the monitors from my hospital stay confirmed I’m having contractions pretty much all the time, and I’ve had some real good ones wake me in the middle of the night, I still don’t think I’ve felt a real labor contraction yet. So for now, I’m extremely thankful for another passing week but it’s more of the waiting game. I’m back from the hospital, officially on modified bed-rest and looking for Netflix movie suggestions.