Things have been moving right along, and by moving right along I mean time is dragging so slowly I can’t even believe it. After so many years of trying and dreaming and wishing and hoping to be pregnant I swore I would never complain. I would enjoy every moment and revel in every change. Well….I’m trying. I’m trying really hard. But holy shit, this is the most physically demanding thing I’ve ever done. I hurt. All over. The only part of me that doesn’t hurt are my upper arms and my ears. Seriously. My abdominal muscles have torn in 2 places, and that’s where the babies love to rest their little heads. The heartburn is so bad that I vomit every few hours, even when sitting straight up (I am maxed out on Zantac, Tums, Papaya Extract and milk) and I refuse to eat anything that has even the slightest acid content. Both babies are breech now (more on that in a minute) which means I have 2 heads pushing on my diaphragm and ribs (so I can neither breath nor bend) and 4 little feet pummeling my plumbing. I can’t sleep for more than 2 hours at a time (vomiting or peeing, take your pick) and I’m having painful contractions 3-4 times an hour for the last 2 weeks. I know, I know, it’s worth it. It’s what I wanted. There are thousands of women who would do anything to be in my place. Trust me – I KNOW. But damn.
In other news, we were in a car accident last week. It was minor (for us) – 5 car pile up on the freeway where some lady was texting and didn’t see that traffic had stopped and never touched her breaks. She slammed into the guy in front of her who hit the guy in front of him yada yada. We were the last car hit, first in line if you know what I mean. 3 of the 5 cars were totaled. We had almost no damage. My husband saw it coming, told us to brace, honked at the guy in front of him (who moved up about 10 ft) and then he released the brake at the moment of impact, thus helping to dissipate the energy of collision. We were all fine – the airbags didn’t even deploy. BUT, the guy behind us was hooked on our trailer hitch, and we were in the middle of the freeway where traffic was zooming by at 75 mph on both sides of us. S called 911, reported the accident, told him “We can’t move because the guy behind us is stuck, traffic is zooming by and my wife is 8 1/2 months pregnant. I’m afraid we’re going to get hit again. Can you send someone quick?” Well, within 4 minutes there were firetrucks and ambulances and police cars and the whole 3 ring circus. The paramedics come running to our truck at a full sprint to take my vitals and try and put me in the ambulance to go to the hospital. I’m insisting I’m fine and don’t want to go. I made the mistake of telling them “I feel fine and I can feel both babies moving.” BOTH BABIES!???? I thought their heads would pop off. When I still refused to go to the hospital they insisted I call my OB, who also insisted I go to the hospital. *sigh* I still refused to go in the ambulance so my husband and a bunch of police officers and firemen and paramedics lifted the other guys car off of our hitch so we could go. They were very accommodating about paperwork and whatnot and told us they would come to the house the next day.
So, off we go to the hospital where I’m admitted and monitored for 5 hours. Blood work, ultrasound, monitors for me and for both babies. As it turns out both babies are breech and I’m having a crapload of contractions. My blood pressure and blood work are great and both babies are breathing beautifully. The accident occurred at 4:35 PM and we didn’t get home until after 11. Want to talk about a tired, hungry, cranky pregnant lady!!! Anyway, all’s well the ends well, I guess.
I’m right around the same gestation as you (turned 35 weeks on Sunday) and I agree, this shit’s hard. I’m only carrying a singleton, so I can only understand a fraction of the pain you’re in, the heartburn, not sleeping, and limbs in your bladder are not comfortable by any stretch of the imagination. Of course we asked for, and wanted this, but just because we’re uncomfortable doesn’t mean we’re not grateful.
I’m so glad you and your husband are ok from that accident! It’s amazing how one person who’s not paying attention can affect so many lives. It sounds like your husband knew the correct steps to take to keep you all safe. I’m sorry you had to wait 5 hours in the ER, but I’m glad to hear everything is ok!
Holy sh*t! Thank God it worked out the way it did. As far as the discomfort, not too much longer now! And you can totally complain 🙂
Oh my word! What an eventful day! So glad you are okay though!
Oh lady, you complain away, it’s ok. I’m just over 39 weeks with ONE baby and almost daily I think “how do women with twins do it?!”. My baby can kick the crap out of me, so I can’t imagine having 4 arms and 4 legs stretching and poking. Making it to 35 weeks is SO huge!! You’re so close :).
I told DH about your car accident, and he went pale. “I can’t even think about that,” he said. I assured him that you were absolutely fine, but he was visibly shaken. Five-car pile-up at 8 1/2 mos pregnant just *sounds* terrifying. But you are okay, YAY! My feet just now started hurting daily, so it’s that and my back, and I’m trying to imagine how uncomfortable you might be by multiplying my pain by a million. Take good care, mama.
Carrying twins is no joke. I only made it to 33 weeks and as much as I wanted to make it another month, I also was terrified because I was already having so much trouble sleeping and heartburn and just pain that I couldn’t imagine being pregnant for that much longer. You have every right to complain! It doesn’t mean you are ungrateful. You get to complain like all other normal pregnant ladies.
So glad you are ok after the accident. How scary!
Haha! You are the exact opposite of me. I would have been begging to go to the dr after your accident just because I jumped at every chance to have monitoring. I was SOOOO paranoid, it wasn’t even funny.
Glad you guys were all ok though! Sounds scary even if it was minor.
You can totally complain about pain! It doesn’t mean you are complaining about the babies. Pregnancy is not a comfortable state to be in even if it is miraculous and amazing. 🙂