PB&J are looking less and less like alien blobs and more and more like real, live HUMANS. Wee humans still, but you guys! There are three babies in there!
We had our first appointment with the MFM/perinatologist group today, and despite some more bleeding over the weekend (thank you, SCH), all three babes are present and accounted for. The doctor was impressed with the size of all three and says everything looks perfect for the four of us.
Rather than throw out some cookie-cutter number to restrict my activity or put me on bedrest, the doctor says they’ll be making decisions for that (among other things) on a visit-by-visit basis. I go back for another ultrasound in three weeks.
(The MFM/perinatologists will be monitoring the babies. Apparently keeping an eye on and keeping separate three babies in utero is a difficult task. Plus there’s that whole high-risk pregnancy thing. Wah wah wah.)
PB&J are starting to form little personalities. Poor Baby A is always squished at the bottom of the screen (I have no clue where that is if you were to ask me to point their locations out in person – the screen shows things sideways or upside down or SOMETHING).
(Oops. Sorry about that tangent. ANYHOW.)
So Baby A is squished at the bottom. At our last ultrasound and this one, Baby A was the least frantic mover. Sure, it did its fair share of kicks and flips and such, but Baby A is much more chill than its top bunkmates.
Except for just one second. Apparently Baby A got a little frustrated being squished for a sec and decided to let the nearest roommate know it. Baby A wound up and kicked at the wall it shares with Baby B, and MAN, did Baby A kick HARD! Poor Baby B went flying through its sac and then started flailing around. Baby A promptly went back to chilling in its little hammock-type space.
That was probably the most standout moment of the ultrasound today. Babies B and C weren’t fighting, but each were doing a whole lot of kicking and wiggling. They moved so much that their sacs looked completely different by the time the tech was done measuring all three. Little nutters.
I kinda love them. My triplets.
Today’s measurements, at 12 weeks, 1 day:
Baby A: curled up and likely not an accurate measurement, but the Crown Rump Length measured 5.39cm, putting Baby A right at 12 weeks. Its heart rate was 171 beats per minute.
Baby B: CRL measured 5.93cm or 12w3d; heart rate was 163 (I think? Lowish 160s) bpm.
Baby C: CRL measured 6.17cm or 12w4d; heart rate was 154.
Ever since Baby C (it’s had a different label at times but is always in the top left) made its grand reappearance, it’s been the bruiser of the bunch, always measuring the furthest ahead. Ninja Baby is a fighter, ladies and gentlemen!
Baby A’s head is to the bottom left of the sac. You can see the bones of its face (profile view) if you look for the brightest spots.
Baby B’s head is right in the center of the photo, and you can see a little hand right by its chin.
Baby C had the big closeup shot, and the bright line just above and to the right of its nose is its fingers. They look like four dots in person, so I’m guessing they’re fingertips? Also, I think that’s its thumb right by its mouth. Its legs are curled up, and you can just barely see the shape of its knee bend.
Also, above Baby A is Baby B, and it looks like it has both hands curled up in front of its face.
Babies! Three of them! OMG! PB&J!
Jen over at What Would Jen Do recently (or not all that recent, but time gets away from me) handed out the Sunshine Award on her blog and included me in the recipient list! Awesome!
I also got the nod for the Versatile Blogger Award from Keiko over at Hannah Wept, Sarah Laughed. Double awesome!
Thank you so much, ladies! What an honor, coming from two amazing bloggers who I look up to.
Since I’m lazy and erratic with my blog list (I seriously have one a mile long that takes me eons to make my rounds through), I’m combining my pay-it-forward. I’ve been an award rule breaker in the past and just can’t fall into step with following the rules (that are always different anyhow).
But since one of the rules includes a “seven things about me” list, I’ll start there and hope following one set of rules will earn me some good juju.
- I hate having my feet touched. Want to torture me? Give me a pedicure as a gift. I’ll do it because I’m too nice to say no and save myself from being tortured, but it will make my palms sweat. I am ridiculously ticklish (bonus fact!) and live in fear of kicking the person attacking me right in the teeth.
- I don’t like talking on the phone. This is a problem, considering I live far, far away from most family and friends. A double dislike goes to leaving voice mail for people. Awkward!
- I know all the words to Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire” and Garth Brooks’ “Ain’t Goin’ Down.” I went through a phase in high school where I thought learning to sing along with really fast, wordy songs was SUPER COOL. I still think it is, but I’ve gotten lazy and OK with making up my own sounds and words instead of sitting with a lyrics book and a sore rewind-pushing button.
- Speaking of Billy Joel – he’s my favorite, and I’ve seen him in concert three times. Each show was more magical than the last!
- I desperately wished my name had been Christy when I was 4. Since I wasn’t allowed to change it, I started calling myself Jenna. I’m pretty sure I only did so in my own room, but I have books with “Jenna” written in them to prove it.
- It’s an estimation, but I’m pretty sure 90 percent of my local (or near local) friends were first made on the Internet. God Bless the dubya dubya dubya. It made moving 550 miles away from home so much easier.
- I don’t really say dubya. I say “doubleyou.” Or maybe it comes out more like “dubbayou” because I can talk pretty fast.
OK, so that last fact was dumb, but I’m pretty open with you readers here. If you haven’t learned something about me, it’s probably because it’s irrelevant or just obscure.
Onto the pay it forward! In no particular order:
Jamee from A New Kind of Normal; Katherine from A Hokie and a Cav; Krista from Rubber Baby Buckin Bumpers; LCW and JPW of Waking Up Williams; Heather from See Heather Write; Emmie from This is the first day of my life; Lindsey from Bohemian French Country; Emilee of Emilee Beth Photography; The Mrs of The Mrs and The Mister; and Jacki from Lovely Little Shelf.
Bloggers, the rules for the Sunshine Award are to accept the award and pay it forward to 12 deserving blogs. For the Versatile Blogger Award, accept, give seven facts about yourself and name seven blogs you see as winners.
There you go! There are 10 blogs I love and bloggers I admire. Go forth, read and enjoy!
I’m taking a brief sabbatical from Project 365. I feel like a total turd for doing so – I’m not into quitting – but taking photos of food, napping spots and my heating pad is BORING. I don’t want to take them, and you don’t want to see them.
So until my life gets a little more thrilling than what it’s been this last week, you’ll have to deal with possible random photos and long-winded stories.
On with the stories.
Depending who you ask, my pregnancy age flipped to 12 weeks today. Three months. Unbelievable. I’m still hanging out in the first trimester, though I’m likely already a third of the way through this triplet pregnancy.
CRAZY.
I have my first appointment with the MFM/perinatologist (they’re the fancy OBs who specialize in high-risk pregnancies) tomorrow. Assuming I get the all-clear from them, my first baby shower will take place back home in NE Ohio over Labor Day weekend.
Yep. Like, in a month.
Why so soon? I’ll probably have my traveling leash cut really short pretty early on in the pregnancy. I’m hoping they don’t shorten it to only go between my bed and the bathroom super soon, but it’s their call.
That being said, gift registries will have to be done, ohhhh, yesterday. They weren’t.
What was done yesterday was pretty big, though.
If you follow me on Twitter, you know I’ve been geeking out over triplet strollers and car seats and other such get-us-out-of-the-house necessities. You’d think we’d be limited in our choices, but since we aren’t particularly interested (anymore) in a triplet stroller, the possibilities are somewhat endless.
Well, for strollers.
For car seats, we’re somewhat limited. The babies’ main taxi cab will be my 2007 Hyundai Santa Fe. That’s right, we’re hanging onto my small SUV for the time being. We’re determined to make it work and will try until we’re desperate enough to drag ourselves (all five of us) crying onto the used mini-van lot.
It’s pretty common knowledge that the Internet is King Fear Monger, but Rob and I have poo-pooed the idea that fitting three infant car seats across the backseat was impossible.
Guess who was right. Oh, that’d be us. Boo-ya, Internet! In your face!
The lovely folks at Buy Buy Baby will haul out car seats to test fit into your vehicle. Yesterday, we test fit three Graco SnugRide 22s. They fit lovely – and with room to spare!
Hmm. Maybe I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. Why we chose the SnugRide is directly related to our stroller choice, which I haven’t even mentioned yet.
Instead of the behemoth Peg Perego Triplette (large and in charge yet gorgeous), we’re opting for one Baby Trend Double Snap-N-Go and one single Snap-N-Go – both of which we’re hoping to find at upcoming consignment sales or on CraigsList. If I’m nutty enough to attempt taking PB&J out by myself, I’ll wear one baby (carrier type TBD) and push the other two in the DSNG. In the future, when we’re tired of lugging the babes in their infant carriers, we’ll get a Baby Jogger City Mini Double and one TBD single stroller (umbrella? other? who knows?).
So, back to the SnugRide. Those and the Peg Perego infant seats fit the best in the DSNG, and since the Pegs have wonky handle-release latches that just beg for pinched fingers (ours, not baby fingers), we opted for the SnugRides that have easy-to-reach latches. Since they’ll be sharing close quarters and all. Both seat types fit AWESOMELY in my car, but the SnugRides seem like they’ll be so much easier to get in and out.
Are you bored with the baby gear talk yet? I KNOW. I am, too. Well, kind of. I just hate making decisions when there are only a million options and a million different opinions over which is stellar and which will send you straight to the depths of Hell. If you were around me at all in my wedding-planning days, you know that I dove head first into getting whatever decisions I could done and out of the way ASAP just so I wouldn’t have to think about this one or that one or that other on ANYMORE.
Car seats: check. Strollers: 3/4 of a check.
Which leads to the next not-so-difficult decision we made this weekend: cribs. We figured out pretty early on in the game that we’ll need pretty basic cribs – most likely models that look the same on all four edges in case we opt to push all three cribs together (two neighboring each other on their long sides with the third horizontally making up the “foot” of their three-crib rectangle). Basically, having no front/back/sides means we have four edges to work with in any combination we can come up with. That’s essential when putting three wee babes into one room together.
So! Our cribs will be from Ikea – the Gulliver crib, to be more exact. They look so Plain Jane, but you’ll just have to trust me (or hit up Google Images) when I say sheets and a crib skirt do wonders to dress up the cribs and make them into the cutesy sleep hangouts that are so popular now.
Whew! How’s that for a detailed update? I nap, eat and whine about backaches and headaches, and we made some serious baby-gear decisions.
For those wondering about other pregnancy stuffs, I still haven’t barfed once, and the only cravings I have are no different from my pre-pregnancy cravings. In fact, all I crave lately is ibuprofen. Acetaminophen SUCKS ASS at touching my headaches or backaches. I’d be better off taking Tic-Tacs. Plus, those don’t taste like butt and make me gag.
On that note, send us happy thoughts, well wishes and prayers that all goes well at the appointment tomorrow. I should have some good new photos of PB&J to share off, plus a new photo of The Belly.
On the left, 5w2d pregnant – assuming the bloat is from one baby; on the right, 11 weeks pregnant with triplets
Crappy lighting and filtering are used to protect the bad self portrait taker. Hee.
I can garden! (202/365)
(203/365)
My third bleeding issue landed me in the hospital to be checked out on Friday night. Awesome.
On the plus side, we saw PB&J – who look like REAL BABIES now. Paid $150 for the visit, but at least we know we’re all safe. Thank you, subchorionic bleeding.
(204/365)
(Target brand) Fruity Pebbles Treats > Rice Krispies Treats. Write that down.
