Even though it’s been nearly two years since the fateful day, I don’t think I ever posted on my blog the detailed story of how we found out we were having triplets. It’s still pretty vivid in my mind, after all this time, so I think I will post it now. Just so I have it written. Since this is as close as the boys will ever get to a baby book. Heh.

It was June 6, 2007. A Wednesday. I was 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant.

I’d already had an appointment with my OB three weeks prior, when I was just four and a half weeks pregnant. At that appointment, I just talked to the doctor, he did an exam, and I had some blood tests done. It was confirmed I was indeed pregnant, but that was it. No ultrasounds or anything (not that there would have been anything to see at that point.)

So that first ultrasound. My OB did ultrasounds on all of his pregnant patients at around seven weeks to rule out ectopic pregnancies. It was a morning appointment. George came with me. I was so nervous, because I hadn’t had any morning sickness yet. I didn’t feel pregnant at all. We’d just gotten back from California, and the memory of the noodles we’d eaten at a restaurant in Chinatown made me kind of queasy, but that’s it. We went through the drive-through of a McDonald’s on the way there so I could get something to drink and George could get a bite to eat. I was far too nervous to eat.

We got to the doctor’s office and signed in at the ultrasonographer’s office. I was nervous. So nervous. It wasn’t a long wait, but it might as well have been hours. Finally, I am called back. George had to wait in the waiting room during the ultrasound, but he would be allowed to come back after the tech had taken all measurements and such.

I’d heard you were supposed to have a full bladder for this early of an ultrasound but fortunately, the technician said I wouldn’t need to, so she let me use the bathroom before we got started. Soon enough, I was up on the table, and the ultrasound began.

I couldn’t see the screen, and the technician was quiet. Very quiet. Every so often she’d ask me to hold my breath while she clicked things on her keyboard and moved the wand around. A few minutes in, she asked, “have you had any morning sickness?”

I replied, “no,” and assumed the worst. Why would you ask such a thing? Clearly it was because there was no baby in there. I stared at the ceiling tiles and just willed her to tell me already. Just give me the bad news. I was prepared. Just stop torturing me. But she continued to click and scan and have me hold very still.

After an eternity, she asked me to go get George, so he could take a look. At this point, I was somewhat relieved. She didn’t seem to have terrible news for us, and she wouldn’t ask George to take a look if there was nothing good to see, right? So I went and got him from the waiting room.

{{At this point, I my memory is somewhat foggy. You can understand, right? Shock does that to you.}}

We walk in, and as I go to sit back on the table, she says something that will change our lives forever.

“You’re having triplets.”

I just remember at that point, completely withdrawing into myself. The entire world shrinking to the size of a pea, I don’t know, was I blacking out? Utter and complete shock. I don’t know. I laid back on the table, and grabbed George’s hand. He was silent. He was sitting. I don’t remember if he said anything. The first things that ran through my head were terror and disappointment. I was scared. I wasn’t supposed to have multiples! I wanted a natural childbirth, a fun stroller, cloth diapers, breastfeeding. I could see all of these expectations of parenthood slipping away.

High risk pregnancy. Bedrest. Miscarriage. Premature babies. It was scary. I was not excited. I think I cried a little. Or I wanted to.

Then the tech asked us if we wanted a recording of the ultrasound. I said yes, of course. George looked through his wallet for ten dollars. He gave it to her and she put a DVD into the machine to record the rest of the scan.

And you can watch that part for yourself…

After the scan was done, we had to go upstairs to my OB’s office to talk to him. We sat in the waiting area and I could see nurses peeking into the room, staring at us and whispering to each other. Oh yes, the freak show had begun.

We went into his office, and he said, “oh yes, I thought your uterus felt big at your last appointment.” Ha ha!

But then we talked about the dangers. Possible complications. “Don’t tell anyone it’s triplets until you hit twelve weeks.” And then there was, “you were built for a triplet pregnancy!” And George’s favorite, “Go. Have a drink. Both of you. I don’t normally tell my patients this, but Pam, have a glass of wine. Let it sink in.” In a daze, we left the office, and got into my car.

“We’re going to need a minivan.”

We headed to the pub. It wasn’t even noon, but our friend James, the owner, let us in and served us our drinks. Of course we told him. I called my mom. She laughed. I called my friends. Most of them didn’t believe me. I couldn’t blame them, I barely believed it myself. I went back to work, and informed my coworkers. It was a surreal day.

And two days shy of six months later, the boys were born.

Just had an ultrasound to check the babies’ growth. Man, that was hellish. Remind me never to ask for another ultrasound again. That’s what I get for asking every doctor who came in here when I’d get another growth scan.

Laying on your back with 13+ pounds of baby…painful.

But at least the babies still look good.

A: 3 lbs, 11 oz B: 4 lbs, 11 oz C: 4 lbs, 3 oz

The discrepancy between A and B has always been there, so it doesn’t worry the doctors, though it does seem pretty extreme to me.

In other news, I’m supposed to be getting a new bed today. Haven’t seen it yet, but it’s supposed to be a big old double bed with a comfy air mattress or something. Cross your fingers I get it today. I’m sick of not sleeping! I think it’ll really help with sleep. Ambien’s okay but it really only works for a few hours, then I’m wide awake.

George and I got a video camera as a gift, so yay, we’ll have a video of the birth! Not the gory parts, ew. Let’s just hope George can keep his hand steady enough to actually kind of see what’s going on.

Am trying my hardest to post every day…what else do I have to do, after all? But for real, the days go by much faster than I could have imagined. I was supposed to call the phone company days ago, but I just can’t seem to find five minutes in my brutal schedule of TV, naps, checking my email, eating, and getting my blood pressure taken. What can I say? I’m a busy woman. Heh.

Yesterday was particularly busy, I had a slew of visitors. It really made the day fly by. Janice and Kelly came by to bring me clothes from home, Lindsay stopped by with fancy dessert, my in-laws came by with chocolate, my friend Brandi came by with her teeny tiny 8 week old son, Ethan, then my mom came with a friend of hers, and THEN George came by and THEN Barry and THEN Stephanie and Mary Catherine. It was just a fun day.

I got all sorts of treats and fun stuff, too. Mostly food related (Mary Catherine, like the good southern girl she is, brought homemade cake, even though she’s 8 months pregnant herself) but also a poinsettia from my mom (that I can’t kill) and various goodies from George.

Best part of the day, though, had to be taking the wheelchair down with George, Barry, MC, and Steph down to the atrium. Just getting out of the room was exciting! But to do so with friends was even better.

Talked to my doctor, they’re going to do a growth scan of the babies sometime soon, hopefully this week. It’s been two and a half weeks since the last one and I’m curious to know how big the babies are. Plus, it’s got to be the most-asked question I get from my visitors, so it’d be nice to have an answer.

So, that’s about it for now. Just got my blood drawn again (mmm, fun) and today we’re doing another 24 urine collection. Oh, the joys!

Not a hugely eventful day, but every day down is a day that the babies will be healthier when they’re born. So I’ll take uneventful days anytime right now.

Not to say it didn’t have it’s fun and exciting parts. Lisa (my cousin) came to visit in the morning and she brought me a huge stack of magazines. A woman after my own heart! I mean, good stuff, too – Martha Stewart, Real Simple, Oprah (I may not watch her show but I love her magazine), two issues of People, US, Domino…good stuff!

She hung out for a while, and then a little while later my old co-workers from Delta Queen, Janice and Kelly, came by. They work here now, which is awesome. And Janice lives down the street from us, so she can bring me things from home if George can’t come visit one day.

Then there was the monitoring – a truly NOT fun part of the day. Of course it’s comforting to hear the babies’ heartbeats, but it’s hard – so hard – to keep them all on at the same time, and after 45 minutes of sitting in one position to get 20 minutes of heart rates, my back starts to hurt. So I shift positions slightly, and…no, still painful. And now the sensors have moved and we have to find the babies again. Gaah!

All for the best, though.

The rest of the day was spent napping, working, talking on the phone, and getting this GORGEOUS plant. Oh, please let me not kill it, it’s so beautiful! In case you can’t tell, it’s a white hydrangea from Kristina, Mike, Anne and Bill. I carried white hydrangeas as my wedding bouquet – that’s how much I love them.

Today should be v exciting. I have lots of fun visitors coming, and someone is going to take me down to the atrium in a wheelchair. First time I’ve left the room since I checked in on Sunday!

Well, now it’s time for some excitement!

Went to the doctor yesterday, and based on several factors, he is admitting me tomorrow for the duration. Hopefully that duration is at least two weeks, but we’ll see. My blood pressure is starting to creep up, my ankles are just getting more and more swollen, and (here’s the fun one) I gained 17 lbs in 11 days. So, yeah, it’s time.

As soon as he walked in the room after reviewing my bp, weight gain, etc, George and I both knew what he was going to say. You could just tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t giving me great news. But really, I don’t consider it bad news. I’m happy to do whatever to make this pregnancy last as long as possible. It definitely sucks not to be at home, but it’s a small price. Goodness knows I’ve had it very easy compared to most of the stories I read about triplet pregnancies.

So today, some friends are coming over to visit, I need to pack, and George and I will spend some time together alone. (Mostly I will just make him scratch my back for several hours to make up for all of the scratch-free nights I have ahead of me.)

Thank goodness the hospital has wireless access, so I will still be posting and all that. Woo!

PS Funny – the doc measured my belly, and if I were having just one, I’d be 47 weeks pregnant! tee hee! Silly.

Can you believe it’s Thanksgiving week already? Can you believe I’m 31 weeks pregnant? I only have THREE TO FIVE weeks left! That’s twenty-one to thirty-five days, people! (Actually, since it’s Monday, it’s really 20-34 days.) No sooner than 20 days, though. No way.

Tomorrow I’m going into the office for a bit to do some work and then it’s the office Thanksgiving. Yum! I’m bringing a premade apple pie. Hope no one minds. At least it was fresh at the grocery store, not a frozen one.

And then Emily’s coming to visit, along with Jenny and Rob too. And at some point this week I’ll get to see Kristie…and Renny…and baby Chloe…and Maura…so fun!

Thursday we’re actually having Thanksgiving dinner at our house. And we’re doing the turkey. But don’t worry. I’m not doing anything except telling George what to do. I will not be lifting a 14 lb turkey! Mom and Jenny et al are bringing the rest of the food. Mmmm….

Have a doctor’s appointment on Friday. Uh oh. Day after a big feast. Thank goodness I’m supposed to be gaining weight!

Now it’s time for a bitch session! - hands are numb and swollen. Be thankful for this post, it’s dang hard to type now. - heartburn is evil. And nothing seems to help. Except Tums, but only briefly. - restless legs are v annoying. - I barely fit behind the wheel of my car. Ha! - Knees are killing me. - George laughs at me every time I try to get off the couch. Okay, I’m sure it is a comical sight, but hmmmmmph!

On the other hand, George is being so incredibly helpful and he won’t let me do anything, so I will let him get away with the laughing.

Now, for fun, I got around to posting the video from our first ultrasound on YouTube. It’s quite entertaining.

Woo hoo! Found out last night that I do not have Gestational Diabetes! If you know me, you know this is a big deal – I honestly don’t know how I’d survive without sugar. Clearly, my years of training by being a sugar fiend have paid off! Heh. My doctor even said I passed the glucose tolerance test “with flying colors”! Woo!

In a complete topic change, I just want to alert those out there who will be visiting and helping out with the babies – please get a flu shot. I’m letting you know now so that you have time to get it before they come. I’ll write a longer post about it later, but it’s just one of the ways we are going to have to try to prevent the babies from contracting RSV, a very dangerous disease in preemies.

If you want to read more about it, here are some websites:

RSVprotection.com RSVinfo.com RSV at the March of Dimes website

So, you get the point…it’s dangerous for teeny babies. Flu shots are easy! Two seconds!

And in yet other news, Emily’s coming in tonight!!! Yaaaay!

Sorry I haven’t been posting much. Kristina is in town and between work and hanging out with her, I haven’t had much time for anything. But we’ve got the house in a state of high organization. It’s v exciting.

Today is our 2nd anniversary! Yay! We didnt’ do anything since we went out to eat last week, so it’s kind of anticlimactic. But still. Yay us! Hee.

I also had an appointment with the MFM. Dare I say it was slightly…boring? But only in the best way.

Took the glucose test (don’t know the results yet, dear god I hope I passed!) and then went in to see my doctor. Babies look good (didn’t get their weights, I forgot to ask, but he didn’t mention them, so that’s good), my cervix is “a role model cervix”, nice, long, and closed (sorry to the squeamish, but this is a big deal), my blood pressure was fine, etc, etc, etc.

Babies are so cute – we got some great face shots. All babies are head-down (which makes not a whit of difference in my circumstances, just saying) but some of them have their feet by their heads. Silly kids. I will have George scan the pics we got later so you can see. We saw hair on Baby B, which doesn’t surprise me at all – George and I are both pretty hairy, after all. Heh.

I guess that’s about it…I go back a week from Friday, but just for a checkup. I won’t see them again on u/s until December 10 – if I make it that long. That’s 34 weeks! Yow! I hope I make it that long!

Soooo…yeah. Good appointment!

28 weeks! I meant to post this yesterday, when I hit the big milestone.

I can’t believe there are only 6-8 more weeks (KNOCK ON WOOD) of this. But it’s so comforting to know that if the babies did decide to make their entrance earlier (NOT THAT THEY’RE ALLOWED TO) they’d more than likely be fine, for the most part.

Let’s see, what can I complain about? My numb hands? Yeah, that’s getting pretty old. But I guess I’m getting used to it. I had to start wearing this highly attractive belt thing to support my big ol’ belly. Actually, I’m not complaining about that. It’s pretty handy and it seems to help with the discomfort of carrying an extra 40 lbs on my torso. I will complain about my knees, though. They’re starting to ache a bit.

In better news, Wednesday is my last day of coming into the office. I’ll be working from home starting Friday (Thursday is a holiday for us) which I think will be good for me. I ordered a table to use as a desk while sitting on the sofa, which I hope will work out well.

Went to a Halloween party on Saturday night. I’ll post a picture of my costume when I get a picture from someone who brought a camera. It was a good costume in theory, if I wasn’t thrilled about the execution of it. Ah well.

Next big milestone….30 weeks!

Man, I am soooo tired. So I will keep this entry short, but I know I need to post about my appointment yesterday, so here goes:

Well, everything is going well. What else to say? Ha ha…Babies look good. Weights are: A: 2 lbs B: 2 lbs 5 oz C: 2 lbs 6 oz

I’d say “poor little A” but A was kicking B right in the head, so I’ll say “poor little B” instead.

As far as my health is concerned, all is well. Blood pressure is good, weight gain is good, and (apologies to males reading) cervix is long and doesn’t change when pressure is applied to my abdomen. I’m going to start working from home in the next week or so, which is going to be so much better. It’s just getting so hard to sleep and get up in the morning and get ready and drive into work, etc, etc. Just need to find a handy laptop desk that I can use on the sofa.

Doctor wants to see me get to 34 weeks at minimum, but I’m determined to be an overachiever and get to 36 weeks.

George and I also toured the NICU, because chances are very good that they’ll end up in there, at least for a little while. I wasn’t too shocked by it, but I think George was a little shaken up by it. I’m really glad he saw it now, though.

Oh, pics? Want to see them? C was being uncooperative, so we only have A & B. But like it matters – they basically look all the same anyway.

And more excitement – Kristina is coming in two weeks for a week to help me out, getting the house organized and ready and everything. Yaaaay! So exciting!

Yesterday was a fun day. Rode to Baton Rouge with my friends Mary and Andy and their little boy Fletcher. George even came! It was quite a novelty to be the passenger instead of the driver on a trip to BR. We were going to another friend’s twin’s first birthday party. (Fletcher’s was last weekend. Does it seem weird that the last four birthday parties I’ve been to have been for small children? Hmmm.)

Anyway, it was lots of fun. I got my first quilt from Aunt Caroline, I need to take a picture of it, it looks great in the nursery. I can’t wait to have the crib skirts too so I can really see how the nursery looks all put together!

Ever since I was 13 weeks pregnant, I’ve been taking a profile shot of my tummy every Sunday. I haven’t posted them publicly because, I don’t know, I’m shy. But I suppose I can now. Isn’t it funny that 8 weeks ago I thought I looked pregnant? HA!

Here’s a link because I am NOT going to put the pictures right here. That’d be just mean. (Don’t worry, I’m completely clothed in all of these.)

Tomorrow is another appointment with the MFM. Hopefully they’ll give me some cute pics of the babies that I can post.

I suppose I should be posting again. I just don’t have anything interesting to say. My hands are still numb. Guess that won’t change for a few months! Heh. (Yes, a few months. I refuse to let these babies be born before December. And if they think December 1 is a good birthday, they’re wrong. December 17 would really put them in Grandee’s good graces, so I’m going to vote for that. And they’d be 35 weeks and maybe could come home with Mom and Dad! So even though December 23 is what I really want, I’ll settle for the 17th.)

I have another appointment with the doctor on Monday afternoon. I have lots of questions for him. Can’t wait to see the babies again. I wonder how big they are now? George laughed at my tummy last night. Hmmph. Then I explained that one day we’ll look back and think how tiny my tummy was last night. Because it’s only gonna get bigger. I mean, hopefully the babies will gain at least three pounds each between now and when they’re born. And considering they probably weigh about 2 lbs each now, that’s a LOT of growth. I’m going to need some more clothes. Perhaps I should go to the tent section of the sporting goods store. Hmmm. Quite fashionable, really.

In other news….oh yeah right. There’s nothing else going on in my life. Heh. That was a tease.

Not a whole lot to post about. Sleep is going badly. Blech. It’s just hard to get comfortable, and my hands are numb when I wake up from sleeping on my arms. My middle fingers are the worst, strangely enough. Oh well, no more flipping rude drivers off. Ha ha! Kidding! Of course I still do that.

Spend part of the weekend organizing the nursery. Just LOOK at this closet…

I mean REALLY. It doesn’t get any better than that! Of course, you know me. It’ll get MUCH worse than this. I have to take everything out to wash it anyway. But it’s nice to look at, yes?

We also got the triple stroller and put it together. Oh my. Wow. That’s a big stroller. And one day we’ll have a vehicle big enough to put it in. Disturbing thought. Heh.

Okay, that’s about all I got.

Must write quick entry, as am being bad blogger.

Last night George and I went to Outback for dinner. Goooood protein! It’s been too long since I’ve had a steak (I think since the time in JUNE when we had George’s parents over to eat, and we told them I was pregnant.) Well, now that I think about it, I think we had it one other time at a friend’s house. Yes, we did. But twice in five months? Babies need more meat! Heh. Anyway, that was yum and a nice splurge.

Then we went and got a new electric kettle since my last one (which has served me well for the last eight years, RIP) started making ominous sparking noises yesterday morning. Gotta admit, the new one is nice. Then we went to B&N where I bought a wedding magazine because I’m designing a wedding album for one of the couples that was featured in it! I’m practically famous, people.

Isn’t our life fascinating? What I did realize last night after even the short amount of time I spent on my feet, is that I’m slowing down. It sucks, but I guess I’m lucky I’ve gone this long feeling pretty good. Even last Friday, at the doctor, when I asked him about bedrest, he said probably I’d go on it in the next month or two, depending on how I’m feeling. Well, at the time, I thought I could last til Thanksgiving, at least. But now, not so sure. I think I need to talk to my boss about working from home now. Thank goodness he’s open to that.

So…exciting plans for the weekend? Need to make some returns to BRU of duplicate gifts and exchange some onesies for bigger ones, stuff like that. And then I’m going to my friend’s son’s first birthday party. Par-tay! Woooooooooo! Tee’s coming over tonight (I think) to help organize the nursery. Maybe I’ll take some pictures.

Speaking of pictures, here are a bunch from the shower!

So let’s see…lots to post about.

Friday: Had second appointment with new doctor. Still love him, am very glad I switched to him. Mom and Jenny and Emily came to the ultrasound. Emily wasn’t happy at first. This was my first hint of what a little piglet my niece is. But the cutest piglet on earth. But boy, when she’s hungry, you’d better have a bottle handy! I think that was really the only time she cried much, though. So she’s pretty easy to figure out.

Anyway, the appointment. I had to make Jenny and Mom cover their eyes whenever the u/s tech went near the gender bits. But funny story – the first u/s tech insisted they weren’t all the same sex. We were excited for a little while until the second (more experienced) tech informed us that yes, she firmly believes they are all the same sex. Oh well. They just like to keep me guessing!

Everything went well with the appointment. The babies look great (they have, and I quote “beautiful” hearts), my (ahem) cervix is in great shape, and my weight gain is good. (Heh. I still get a kick out of saying that.) Right now, I weigh more than I ever have in my whole life, and let me tell you, I’ve weighed a LOT. At least this time the weight is all in one place, and not in my chins, face, thighs, arms, neck, etc. The doctor said I’d probably go on bedrest in the next month or two, but it really depends on how I’m feeling. I hope that I can avoid it until, say, Thanksgiving, but we’ll just play it by ear. In any case, I hope to be able to work up til the babies are born. Thank goodness my job is pretty low-stress and my boss and coworkers are awesome. I can definitely do it from the comfort of my couch.

So after work on Friday, I drove to Baton Rouge so I could spend maximum time with Emily. My god, she is a cute baby. And she’s so blue-eyed and blonde and pink cheeked, it’s hard to imagine that she’s related to me. You should see the pictures of her with our cousin Molly, with her olive skin and beautiful brown eyes and thick, dark brown hair. You’d never believe they’re so closely related.

Anyway. The shower was on Saturday. It was so great, as usual. What could be more fun than opening lots of presents, especially when presents are teeny little outfits and toys and things of that nature? I also got a reeeeally nice diaper bag, which is definitely nicer than most purses I’ve ever owned. And there were tons of babies and kids there. I thought my feet might be spared from the onslaught of helpers, but alas, this was not to be. Between my cousin’s daughter and a friend’s daughter, I got pretty well trampled. But they’re cute, so it’s okay. Heh.

And the babies! Emily and Preston and Fletcher and Gavin and George – lots of playmates for the triplets! (I hope I didn’t forget any babies. There really were a lot there.)

Okay, this is getting long. So the shower was great. And then later that night we went to “watch” the LSU game at someone’s house. Of course, I don’t really watch football games, but I did eat a lot of chips and dip. And played with the aforementioned foot-tramplers.

Sunday was a brunch at my aunt’s house for my cousin Clark and his new wife. They got married on a rooftop, kind of on a whim, I think, and this was their brunch to celebrate. Yum. Cheesy grits. That’s all I gotta say.

That’s the gist of my weekend. I’m tired of typing. It was really fun. When I get pictures from people, I’ll post some….

Pictures!

That is a link to the flickr set from the shower. Disclaimer: no one told me to put powder on. I am v shiny. And I make weird faces. Oh well. That is me.

Ooops, sorry I haven’t been very good at posting lately. Mostly I’m waiting for something to post! Like shower pictures! I obviously didn’t take any (since I was too busy being photographed) so I have to wait to get them from other people. And I haven’t yet. Sigh. Ah well. Must remember. Am not center of the universe. Hee!

If you want to see how big and round I’m getting, here’s a picture of me and Ren and Anne being all Charlie’s Angels, knocked up-style.

Aren’t we some big ol’ dorks?

That should tide you over, eh?

Tonight I went to dinner with some girlfriends, and that was really nice. There were a lot of babies at the table, some born, some not. I got to hold a little bitty guy, but I can’t imagine three of them at once! Eeep!

Friday morning is my next appointment with my new doctor. Jenny and Emmy and Mom are coming – but they are only allowed in if they promise not to look at any gender parts. Hmmph. I don’t believe a bit that they’re going to behave, but they’d better. Or else. At least I know Emily won’t ruin any surprise for me. I can’t wait to see her!

Sleeping has been going somewhat better. I didn’t mention that I do pop Benadryl or Tylenol PM (if I have a headache at bedtime) pretty often, but I was trying not to do it every night. But if I’m not exhausted at night, I can’t see that I have any other option. Not sleeping sucks too bad.

Don’t tell George, but I sleep better when I have the whoooolllle bed to myself. I can stretch out and wedge pillows under and around me strategically. It’s really better for him, too, not to have to listen to my snoring. It’s times like this I wish we had a king-size bed (and a bedroom big enough for one.)

Babies have been moving a lot lately. Today they must be tired out because they have been somewhat calmer, but the past two days were nutty! It was fun. When I get bored at work, I can just watch my tummy. Better than TV, almost.

Okay…off to get ready for bed now!

I really want to post about this weekend, but I am sooooooo tired. I was awake for about an hour in the middle of the night, simply unable to sleep. Blech. I hate that. Probably the worst pregnancy thing so far is not being able to take decongestants. That’s part of why I can’t sleep. Also, it’s not easy to get comfortable. I haven’t mastered sleeping on my side yet. Where are you supposed to put your arm? I don’t understand. Booo.

Anyway, I’ll post again later. I’ll just say for now that the shower was amazing, and people are so generous. And cake is so good. Mmmm. Also, I need to post about how I met a triplet family at a restaurant yesterday! That was awesome. Tiny, sweet, adorable baby triplets! Out with their family for lunch! This gives me much hope.

I got a haircut! It’s exciting! It’s been so long since I’ve had a real, grown-up haircutting experience. Well over a year, for sure. I do miss getting my hair cut by Catherine in Baton Rouge, but it’s been since right after the wedding that I’ve seen her and now I feel like I can’t just go back. Plus, it’s kind of a pain to get to Baton Rouge for a haircut. (Excuses, excuses.)

Anyway, it’s not a very different cut – the length is still there, but she took a lot of the weight out of it and layered it a little bit so hopefully I’ll be able to blow-dry it in the morning so it looks nice. And it won’t take ten hours. V exciting.

But even more exciting…Kristina and Anne are flying in tonight! Anne’s staying with her mom, but Kristina’s staying here. I can’t wait! I think I’d better take a nap after work today so I can make it to the airport for their 10:30 flight.

And tomorrow’s my shower!

And yesterday I saw Ann (my old roommate from college, Ann) at work! She just popped into my office. So exciting! That was awesome. Don’t you love it when that happens?

Okay, I’d better go take my shower now so I can dry my hair. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about drying my hair.

Oh yeah, one other thing. George finally felt a baby moving last night. It freaked him out more than I’ve ever seen him freaked out before. Heh. Awesome. (This from a sci-fi addict? Pathetic!)

I am now officially down to one doctor. Yippee! I had an OB appointment yesterday and told him that the new MFM and I decided that he would manage my care from here on out. Thankfully there were no ego issues, and OB agreed that it would be best. I am so relieved. And I’m sure my boss is happy too that I won’t have quite so many appointments from here on out.

I knew I made the right decision when the nurse came to check the babies’ heartbeats and only looked for one. I dunno, wouldn’t you think they’d write TRIPLETS on my chart in big ol’ letters? Don’t you?

In other news, I have now been dubbed Pamasnoraus. A new breed of dinosaur that makes loud noises while sleeping. Hmmph. Sorry George! He now spends most of the night on the couch. I really do try not to snore, but apparently it’s impossible. I miss sleeping on my tummy.