It is becoming quite a chore to move around now. When I stand up, the babies press down on things that are not pleasant feeling. And my legs (where they join at the hip) is getting quite sore because of the way they are positioned. Sometimes I can't even lift my legs to walk. I need a walker!  Oh , and my baxton hicks contractions are getting unpleasant too. I can't breathe very well when I'm having one, and I'm having quite a few when I'm lying down. It feels like someone as big as my husband is sitting on my chest.

I went to the chiropractor this morning and getting myself on the table is harder too. I think I may be stopping soon... and pick it back up again after the babies are born.

My husband's sugery is next week, on Wednesday. His jaws will be wired shut for 8 weeks so he will be a liquid diet for that long. We bought some things for him yesterday, energy drinks, ingredients for shakes, soups.. but since we don't know exactly how this will go, we will probably be buying a lot more things after his surgery.

On Friday, when I picked up my son from preschool, Matthew was washing his hands and one of the teacher was cleaning up the diaper changing area. She told me that Matthew had a surprise for her today. Matthew reached down his dirty diaper and pulled something out to give to the teacher. EWWWWW!!!  What a naughty boy!

Anyway, he has never done this before and I think he may have done it because he wasn't getting attention when he tells the teacher that he has poop. I've seen him tell his teachers he has poo and he does it softly. And when he gets ignored, he just stops telling them. Anyway, I hope he doesn't do it again.

I got a Sandisk Sansa MP3 player for mother's day. A wee bit early, but hey, I'm having fun with it! If I were to lie down most of the time, at least I can listen to music I love.

So, I mentioned that my doctor has ordered me to stay off of my feet as much as possible. I asked him whether I have to have my feet up or down, and he said it doesn't matter. So, here's what I've come up with... we have a spare rolling desk chair in the office. I pulled it out and put it in the kitchen so that I can roll up and down it while I'm doing things I have to do. Is it innovative? Silly? Funny? It's all of the above really, but hey.. I'm off my feet!

I had my ultrasound today and it seems that my twin girls are going to follow on their BIG brother's footsteps. My son was born 9 lbs 14 oz - though we didn't have a clue how big he was until I was 38 weeks along.  The girls, at 28 weeks, both weigh in at 2 lbs 15 oz. The sonographer said that they are big for twins. My husband looked up exactly how they compare, and found this website , which shows that an average single baby at 28 weeks weigh about 2.22 lbs. My oh my. If I make it all the way to end, I may have 2 babies weighing in at about 6 lbs each. I just can't imagine having 12 lbs of baby total in my belly!!

At the ultrasound, both babies were also transverse, laying from side to side. I do hope they find the space to flip head down soon before it gets crowded in there, so that if all goes well, I can try and deliver vaginally.

On another happy note, I don't have gestational diabetes!! Good thing too the way I'm been craving anything and everything sweet. But my doctor has told me to reduce my activities and stay off of my feet as much as possible though, which so far I'm finding hard to do.

Here's a picture of me at 28 weeks, along with my boy showing how far along he is.  Sorry for the poor quality of the picture, as it was taken with a cell phone.

So I am finally 28 weeks tomorrow, only 12 more to go! I am quite happy to reach 28th week, as even though babies end up with a lot of problems when born this early, the chances of survival nowadays is about 90%. Of course, as uncomfortable as I am, I want to be able to keep them in the belly nice and comfy for at least 2 more months.

I saw my OB yesterday and had my gestational diabetes testing done. I should be able to call later this afternoon for the result. I hope I pass the test and don't have to go back for the 3-hr test like I did last time. It isn't fun waiting for 3 hours at the doctor's office, especially that I'm so big now - there is hardly any comfortable position when sitting in a waiting room chair.

My doctor has ordered me to cut my activities and stay off of my feet as much as possible. My cervix hasn't changed, so it's not a bedrest. But he thought that we should reduce the effects of gravity since I am getting really big.

We are taking a tour of the hospital this evening and see the nursery and labor & delivery rooms. I am not delivering in the same hospital as last time, so we thought to tour the place and feel comfortable. Last time we toured the hospital 2 weeks before my due date, but if I wait that long now, I don't think I'd be able to walk!!

At about 1:30am, I jumped awake because all of a sudden felt wet. I thought I had broken my water, so I rushed to the bathroom. It turns out to be just a regular pregnancy whitish discharge. Phew. But when I went back to bed, I felt a cramping sensation. It's a similar cramp I used to have a day or so before I get my period. So far an hour and a half, I was trying to figure out if it's serious or of it was going to go away. Finally, I decided to tell my husband and that I was going to call the doctor. It was 3am, by the time I called and the doctor on call called me right away. He said as long as I wasn't having contraction, I was ok and just to drink plenty of fluid and take Tylenol. If it doesn't go away in the morning, to call my regular doctor.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the morning, but the feeling did stop. Thank heavens.... though my husband said I did freak him out.

My son doesn't even cry when I leave him at preschool. I say goodbye and he says goodbye back (with encouragement from one of the teachers). But he does pout, as if he is ready cry..but never does. That boy never ceases to amaze me. Many many times I expect the worse, and he gives me the best of himself...and other times I expect things to go well, and he gives me a hard time. MMmm mmm.

For the past 2 nights, I noticed that I've been extremely thirsty especially in the middle of the night. Last night, I my mouth was dry 30 minutes after drinking water. And when I do drink, I feel like I drink the whole jug of water on my bedside table. Of course, I don't drink that much, since I know it's going to send me to the bathroom an hour later. Even with what little water I drink, I was taking a trip to the bathroom after an hour last night - not fun. I'm thinking it could be gestational diabetes. Most women who develop gestational diabetes don't have symptoms, so I don't really know what to think about this.

I will be tested for gestational diabetes in 2 weeks time, so I guess I will know then. And hopefully, my thirstiness is just that and nothing more.

I am much better, though I still have lingering cough. My son is just starting to get better. He started a fever on Tuesday last week, and yesterday was the first day he didn't have it. He is still tired from not eating much and from not getting restful sleep because of his cough.  He should be ready for preschool again on Wednesday.

The only good thing about this past week was that we were sick at the same time. We both pretty much laid in bed.

After I picked up my son from preschool yesterday, I started to feel terrible. I had a fever and my whole body was achey. I had to tell my husband to come home early because I just couldn't do anything. Along with my constantly aching back and the fever, I thought it may be a flu so I called my doctor. My doctor isn't in all week though, so I had to find another doctor. Fortunately, I found one that is open late at night. I got tested for flu and it was positive. Unfortunately, since I said my symptoms started 3 days ago, they couldn't give me medicine. With the flu medicine, it must be given within 48 hours of the first symptom. Yay.... lucky me, I though. ARGH!

My night last night was horrible. Though I did rejoice in the fact that my constant achiness was due to an illness and not because of my growing belly. I am positive that I still have several more weeks of busy energy in me before I have to live in my bed half of each day.

When I got home, I realized that my son had a lose bowel movement during the day and that it could be a sign of the flu too. So I have to watch out for other symptoms and sure enough, he woke up with a fever. My hubby took teh day off and took care of us, and brought Matthew to the pediatrician. Fortunately, the doctor said he doesn't have the flu, or that the flu he has is very very mild because he had a flu shot. Phew! He threw up this morning and is lethargic. I've been giving him Tylenol, but every time it wears off, he's got a fever again.

Because the two of us are sick, the hubby got paranoid. He kept saying that his back is starting to hurt. I don't blame him. He's due to miss a lof ot days of work for his upcoming surgery so he doesn't need to be sick a long time and take time off for that. So he is now at the doctor's office to see if he's got the flu too. If he does, hopefully it isn't too bad, since he got a flu shot too. I was the only one in the family who didn't get one.

I feel much better now than I did last night, though I still have to be in bed periodically. My nose is stuffed up, and my coughing is making my chest hurt.  I have chills, but body ache seems to be a whole lot better than yesterday.

First of, I'd like to thank everyone who stopped by my lounge and wished a great easter for me and my family. It was great, though not too eventful. We had snow on Saturday, so we didn't go out and participate on any easter egg hunt. Easter Sunday was great. My hubby and I finally got to attend mass together. It's been a long time! We thought since Matthew was doing so well at preschool, we tried the church nursery again. He cried, of course..but it only lasted  a couple of minutes.

I finished my antibiotics to fight off my bronchitis several days ago. I felt relief after the 2nd day, but now, unfortunately I am coughing again. This one feels different. I think it's just a cold, but I feel miserable. My big bulging belly muscle hasn't had time to rest from the bronchitis and then this. I am also unable to do much lately. My belly seems to have good and bad days. On good days, I can move around really well...and on bad days (like this weekend), I had to park myself on the bed for an hour or two several times a day.

Matthew again, did well at preschool this morning when I dropped him off. I stayed shorter today than I did the past 2 times. And then I said goodbye. He was sitting on the oppositte side of the room from the door when I said goodbye and cried as I walked away, but interestingly enough, he didn't grab me and stopped me from heading off. After a minute of crying (nothing hysterical this time), he was off and was playing.

I took a 45 minute bath when I go home (I would have taken longer, but I got bored). After I got dressed, I thought I'd do some picking up in the livingroom, but my belly says otherwise. It's one of those bad days where every position I get into to get comfortable doesn't work. So now, I'm in bed just Minti-ing as long as I could before I have to move and find another comfortable position.

Yesterday was Matthew's 2nd day at the preschool. My husband and I discussed the night before that it is better that I say goodbye instead of sneaking out. So I did. Of course he didn't like it and wailed like he was the most miserable creature on this earth. After I left the room, I used the bathroom across from it and by the time I came out, he was already quiet. I am trully amazed at how he is able to cope and adjust to the situation.

I am also trully amazed and thankful that he seem to have a very healthy kind of bond with me. I am talking about the kind of attachment we have formed - from my Psychology courses in college. He is upset that I leave him, but it takes him only a short time to adapt. And when I come back, he is trully very happy to see me, with no anger whatsoever. He even wants me to sit with him in the classroom so that I can observe what he is doing. And when it's time for us to go, he happily says goodbye to his new friends.

My hubby, and I, along with the teachers at the preschool are all amazed at how quickly he's been able to adjust. It makes my life so much easier. I was expecting for him to be miserable in school and then be extra clingy at home, but it's the oppositte that has happened. He is now more independent at home and does not demand that I go with him wherever he goes. This morning, I was extra tired, so I lied down it the bedroom half expecting to be demanded to get up very often. But instead, Matthew played in the livingroom downstairs, and then joined me in the bedroom. He came up to me to ask me and asked for help with some toys, but that was it.

Next week, he will start going on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule.

Matthew woke up at 7:20, so we didn't get to preschool until about 8:30. I stayed with him until 9. He did very well, while I was there; interacting with other kids and just fascinated by all the toys. While he was preoccupied, I snuck away. Whether this was the right thing to do, or whether I should have said goodbye, I don't really know. I went to the main office to get paperwork done, and after about 10-15 minutes, I could hear him crying. I snuck back to his classroom (without him seeing me) and he was by the door hysterical. His teachers were trying to calm him down, but he didn't sound like he was consololable. I stood outside the door and listend for 15 more minutes (in oh so slight disress), and everyone who passed by tried to make me feel better. The owner of the school spent a long time reassuring me that this was normal and that it would get better.  When things calmed down and I didn't hear my son crying anymore, I left. Actually, while I was outside, I peaked through the outside window and saw him sitting in a corner with his pacifier looking so forlorn. At least he wasn't crying.

When I got home, I didn't know quite what to do with myself. The house was quiet and a bit messy. I fought the urge to clean up, and just sat my butt down in front of the TV and watched something. But I found myself not paying attention to whatever was on, instead I looked at the clock every 10 minutes, wishing it would fast forward to the time I could pick my son up. After an hour, I finally thought of a few errands to do so that by the time I'm done, it would just be the right time to be at the school. I went to the post office, then went to Walmart and bought some little things.

I got to the school at 12PM and found the class having lunch. Surprise, surprise, Matthew was just having a lot of fun and looked like he's been attending preschool for weeks instead of months. He didn't eat much of his lunch though. Everyone were sitting on the table, except him. He was too busy chatting and walking around his table, only to return to his plate to grab apples. His teacher had to tell him a couple of times to stay seated and eat his lunch. I observed unseen for about 30 minutes, and finally walked in. I half expected him to run to me and cling and beg to be taken out of there, but instead he wanted me to stay in and just watch what he was doing. I told him we had to go home, and he said "no!".

I see him having a problem saying goodbye, but I feel so much better that he bounces back and just enjoys his class and his new friends. Yay!!!

It took him a while to nap when we get home, but he was just fine. For the rest of the afternoon, he wasn't as demanding of my presence like he usually was. Hopefully this good thing is a start of a trend.

I had a scan today and was told that the amniotic fluid of both babies are within normal limits! The sonographer thinks that the person who did the scan last week, may have included part of the other baby's amniotic fluid, making it seem that one baby has an outrageous amount of amniotic fluid. Whatever the reason is, it is a miracle and I am counting my blessing. My cervix is nice and thick and shows no sign of change - so no bedrest for me - at least not in the next few weeks.

I am preparing things for Matthew's preschool tomorrow. I've gathered diapers, wipes, packed a change of clothes and shoes and labeled everything with his name. All I have to do is prepare lunch, but I think I'll do that in the morning. I see myself lounging around in the van tomorrow and once in a while peeking in and see how he's doing.  If things get too uncomfortable in the van, I may just head home and just throw caution to the wind that my son would be alright.  I just how he doesn't get too clingy at home - though my husband and I are prepared to deal with it - we're expecting it.

I finally went to the my family doctor and was prescribed antibiotics for my bronchitis. Hopefully, I'll be on the way to recovery and my abdominal muscle can recover from the soreness from all the coughing.

My son is starting preschool this week. He will go on Wednesday and Thursday from 7am to 12:45. And then starting next week, he will be on the Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule. I just hope it doesn't traumatize him too much and become extra clingy when he's home. I will probably stay at the preschool for an hour after dropping him, and then just disappear. I may decide to check on him later, but without him seeing me. I think if he's upset, he may be doubly upset if he keeps seeing me throughout the morning only to disappear again.

My bellybutton area is a bit sore. I don't know if it's because my skin is stretched out too much and my belly button is ready to pop. My belly button never popped with my son, but I think it's a definite possibility this time. I wonder how it feels?

I have been coughing for going on 3 weeks now and I feel miserable.  I am pretty sure it's bronchitis, too. I don't like going to the doctor and would prefer getting better on my own, but I have to this time. My big belly can't handle all the coughing and my head feels like it's going to explode every time I cough. I had bronchitis a few months ago adn refused to go to the doctor, thinking of sparing the babies of any medication I may be given - but that just prolonged the suffering. I'm not doing that again this time. I will be calling my family doctor tomorrow.

I've submitted an application to the preschool my hubby and I picked, but unfortunately, Matthew can't start until they have the health form filled out by the pediatrician on their hands. So this could be Tuesday or Wednesday.