Your uterus is perfect. Your cervix is great. I think you can carry these babies to 39 nine weeks if you keep doing what you’re doing. The way they’re growing you could have 14 pounds of baby in there! Strong! – Dr. D beamed.
I nearly fell off the cold examination room table. 14 pounds of babies!?!
I have a momentary flashback in my mind …
I know women who would kill for this uterus. You have a text book uterus, Dr. K said.
My doctors said these things with the same enthusiasm geeks use when quoting Star Wars — When I left you, I was but the learner, now I am the master or I find your lack of faith disturbing. I guess you could call these doctors uterus geeks, but perhaps that’s too cheesy. How about uterus enthusiasts?
I didn’t want to tell Dr. D that my uterus had been praised before by doctors who speak female anatomy as a second language. So Jonathan said, She’s heard that before.
It’s amazing how comfortable my husband is talking about my uterus with his own sense of pride. When your reproductive anatomy has been scrutinized as long as mine has, the mystery of it all starts to wear off.
If my uterus had a head all this praise might go to it. Considering my poor ovaries were in there drying up, it was nice to have some organ in my reproductive anatomy exceeding expectations.
But 14 pounds of babies!?!
It is now my 17th week and I am starting to pop up and out all over. Today was my second screening with Dr. D, the perinatologist. I made the mistake of saying my goal was to keep the Dumplings in there until at least 37 weeks (September 28th).
At least 39 weeks. You want nothing less. Your uterus and your height can handle it.
Again with my uterus.
So my new goal is to keep them cooking in there until October 12th. And despite all of this chatter I hear about possible bed rest in my third trimester — he does not think I will need any of it. Just keep swimming and doing yoga.
These are orders I can handle.
I left the appointment today feeling relieved. Despite all of the nausea and dry heaving and lack of appetite — somehow by force feeding myself without much enjoyment, I was doing something right. My Dumplings were thriving despite the fact I was sustaining myself on bean and cheese burritos. My husband hovering over me with protein smoothies and turkey sandwiches had a lot to do with it as well. I was gaining weight right on schedule.
Mother’s Day was such a blessing this year. My step-mom, Sandy, delivered our new kitty, Raylan, to us. He is so young and full of life. It’s been so long since we’ve had a cat that could run and jump and play. His boisterous nature is going to take some getting used to after taking care of our little geriatric friend, Boomer, for so long. Everything is new to him. The bug. The paper. The straw. Your feet. Just being here is exciting.
Here he is in all of his glory. He spends a lot of time on his back. I need to get him a white cowboy hat.
For the first Mother’s Day since 2009, I woke up without feeling a deep emptiness. I did not take an extra long shower so I could cry it all out. I did not avoid my friends with kids. I did not feel sorry for myself on this day. I felt joy. I also felt no nausea, which must have been a collective gift from The Dumplings.
Of course, the following morning I was greeted with dry heaves. One day off was better than no days off.
I took my step-mom to Jerry’s Deli where I was able to eat egg salad. In the evening I went to my in-laws. They made grass-fed beef meatloaf, garlic mashed potatoes, peas, cauliflower soup and salad. I ate a little bit of all of it, but not too much because someone is pushing against my stomach … Harlow!
And last but not least — as someone who is always ready for dessert — the evening was topped off with homemade red velvet cake. My favorite. The Dumplings loved it.
It was a great first Mother’s Day. Next year will be even better … probably a lot messier.
Tonight, after missing two other yoga classes during the day, I finally made it to Chaz’s class. I had an amazing practice. I don’t know exactly what happened, but the fatigue has begun to dissipate despite this belly protruding in front of me. I’ve been taking prenatal yoga this past week and it has helped with my yoga confidence as my belly begins to pop out.
It helped so much, I decided to do this:
As I was driving home today from the doctor, Kacey Musgraves came on the radio singing Follow Your Arrow. I just really love this song. I need to add a What’s On My iPod section to this blog. This is most definitely on my iPod. Enjoy!
And follow your arrow wherever it points …