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!)


A post! I mean to post more, I do, but then I forget. Or don’t think I have much to say. Let’s see if this “post by email” works. I haven’t done it in a while.

So this weekend, we went with George’s parents to Babies R Us and got a crib and three mattresses. Very exciting to have brand-spanking-new mattresses in all of the cribs. And last night, George put the new one up, so now all three are set up. We even semi-arranged the room, since Kristina is coming to visit this weekend. Yay!

Somehow I thought three cribs and a double bed would fit better than they do. Alas, I don’t think the double bed will be long for that room…I’m hoping maybe we can find a foldout loveseat or something. We need somewhere to put guests. Then again, how thrilled would you be to find yourself sharing the guestroom with three newborns? Heh.

Well, we’ll figure something out. For now, it’s fine. But after my showers, all available space will probably be taken up by diapers. Heh.

On Sunday, some friends brought over their eight-week-old, Lucy. She is sooooo cute. Oh my gosh. She actually looks a lot like Polly and Colin’s little girl to me, which is good because, well, she’s really cute too! The world could do with more cute babies. Heh. Anyway, Lucy is my new best friend. We hung out, she stared at me, drooled a bit, wobbled her head around. I fed her, but left the burping and diaper-changing to Daddy. (Her daddy. You don’t think George would touch a baby with a ten-foot-pole, do you? Even one as cute as Lucy?) I figure I’ll get enough of that soon enough.

Speaking of cute babies, Emily will be here a week from Thursday! Well, not here-here, but Baton Rouge. I’ll see her a week from Friday. I’m not supposed to lift anything over ten pounds, though. Uh oh. She’s a chunk, so I’m going to have to have her handed to me, I guess. No way am I not holding her! She’s my pumpkin!

Okay, let’s see if this post works….


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.

I heart my MFM

At last!!! I have a decent doctor! Finally! Dang. Took long enough.

Yesterday was my appointment with the new MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist.) I love him. Ohhh, I am so happy I am changing doctors!

So here’s a basic run-down of the appointment…

– My appointment was at 1:00. Guess what time I was in the ultrasound room? Like, 1:03. Damn!

– Ultrasound tech spent about an hour or so looking at the babies. I have a feeling they’re going to be a handful, because she’s the second u/s tech that’s said these babies were going to drive her to drink. Gulp. Okay, so they’re a bit unruly in the womb, switching positions, knocking each other out of the way, being generally mischievous.

For instance, Baby A, at the beginning of the u/s, was head down, in the “presenting” position. That means, if it was going to be born “the old fashioned way”, it’d be coming out first. Later on, Baby B decided it wanted to come out first and plopped its little butt down, right at the “exit”, as it were. Little do they know that they can fight all they want – they ain’t coming out that way. Heh. Anyway, it caused much confusion. And C was going from up and down to side to side to oblique. All over the place. Aww, those kiddos!

– The best news of all – the doctor is 80-90% sure they’re triamniotic. That is, that they’re all in their own little sacs. Hurrrrrraahhhh! This is the news I’ve been dying to hear. This means, if all stays well otherwise, no hospitalization (until they’re born, of course)! I can still work, I can still be at home, I can still celebrate Halloween and Thanksgiving with my friends. I can hopefully carry them to 34-36 weeks and let them get big and healthy and not have to go into Intensive Care when they’re born!

I just really, really hope it’s true. But I’m pretty optimistic. This is a good doctor, with lots of experience.

– Upon leaving, his nurse (who herself has triplets) handed me a copy of what seems to be the bible of multiple pregnancies, Dr. Barbara Luke’s book:

This is a big deal to me. It means he didn’t yell at me for gaining 25 pounds so far, like the other doctors did. In fact, he commended me on my weight gain! Man, you have GOT to love a doctor like that! And, he said I have excellent blood! Not entirely sure what that means, but he was quite thrilled with my bloodwork.

And, (sorry male readers) my cervix is nice and loooong and doesn’t change when pressure is applied. This is good. Nice and long is gooooood. And my blood pressure was fine, he said.

So, that’s the rundown. I see my OB tomorrow, hopefully for the last time. I will need to ask him to release me (I think it’s more a professional courtesy more than anything – the new doctor doesn’t want bad blood between them or anything.) and the new doctor will be taking over my care 100%! Yay!


I know I haven’t posted much lately, I just have been up to not much worth posting. Let’s see…

Went to Baton Rouge this weekend. I was all about the partying this weekend. Some serious, hardcore partying. First it was Alison’s birthday party. That crazy chick! She turned three. We had pizza and cake at her party. Wooooooo!!!

Then yesterday, Ava turned two. More cake! And cucumber sandwiches! Some serious stuff, man. Serious.

And in between, there was some shopping, including some purchases for tiny babies. Gaah! Little gowns with the elastic at the bottom, and the little cuffs for tiny baby hands. And a book for Grandee to read to them.

I also managed to get a few things for dirt cheap at a Mothers of Twins tag sale on Saturday. I really should stop buying stuff, though, since my showers are coming up soon. One thing that was killing me was that we were at TJ Maxx and they had a Boppy pillow that I registered for. At Babies R Us, that puppy is $25 plus another $8-12 for a cover. They had them for $20 (with cover) at TJ Maxx. That kind of thing makes me crazy, that someone could buy it at full price when it’s so much cheaper elsewhere.

Anyhoo, I shall just be grateful for what I do get and not worry if people got a bargain or not. I’ll shut up now.

Today is my appointment with the new Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist. I have high hopes. I’ve been hearing great things about him, so keep your fingers crossed that he doesn’t
a) insult my intelligence
b) fall asleep during my ultrasound
c) be a jerkface to me

Will post later on how the appointment goes.


Hmmm. I really want to write something interesting, but I’m afraid I just don’t have it in me. But for my legions of adoring fans, I’d better write something.

Weekend was overall pretty low-key. Even though I did go visit Dr G and get an ultrasound. I’m trying not to get too excited about it – but there is a chance we saw another membrane (Dr G has a much clearer u/s machine than the MFM does). The hard part is, was it the membrane we’ve already seen? Or the one we’ve been looking for? Who knows. Monday is my appointment with the new specialist, so hopefully he’ll find it. Hopefully he has a better machine than the old specialist.

Dr G also measured the size of my tummy and it’s measuring 32 weeks for a single baby. Hee hee! And I’m still not convinced I look pregnant at all. Heh. Maybe a little.

We also went to a shrimp boil at a friend’s house, where I took the best. picture. ever.

Heh heh.

Not a whole lot going on this week. I did get to work from home yesterday because the a/c was out at my office building. I lasted a few hours, but we’re on the seventh floor, so it got to be pretty stifling.

In two weeks from Friday, Kristina will be here! And Anne! My New Orleans shower is two weeks from Saturday! Gosh, baby showers already. Such excitement. I’m glad that I’m not feeling ungainly or anything yet. I still get around just fine, and the only times I feel pregnant (besides when I’m the only sober one at a party, ha ha) are when I’m sleeping (rolling over is getting difficult, and damn if I don’t miss sleeping on my tummy) or standing up for a while.

Okay, I was able to squeeze quite a few paragraphs out of nothing exciting! Go me.


Great news!

I got my appointment moved up to the 17th instead of the 26th. I psyched myself up by reading the comments here and on another message board and called the new MFM’s office. I’m so glad I did – the nurse who answered was very receptive. She said that my OB’s office requested an appointment in my 23rd week. Ugh. Actually, I know that’s not true because I was sitting there when they made the appointment and they asked for the first available one. But they certainly didn’t stress that it was important.

So I said no, I’d really like to get in as soon as possible, considering the stage of my pregnancy. And when I said I wasn’t happy with my OB, she softened up and said she’d look into it and call me back. (She was so nice. I love nice people.) A few hours later, she called back, and said that she’d showed my file to the doctor, and he agreed to see me sooner. That’s great – it means he recognized that it’s important not to wait too long.

I do wish it could be even sooner, but I’ll take this…it’s only a week from Monday. Just two weekends to get through. And it might be the first time I’ve ever looked forward to a Monday!

Actually, the preceding weekend will be fun. I have two birthday parties to go to – one for a three year old little girl, and one for a two year old little girl. Cake! Mmmm, cake.


Well, yesterday was an appointment with my OB. I was really nervous about it, because I wanted to address my concerns about Dr Jerkface from Friday. The good news is, I got an appointment with a new MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialist) who sounds much better. The bad news is, it’s in three weeks.

In other bad news, my OB was kind of a asshole. I was asking him about a plan for treatment if two of the babies did end up being monoamniotic (in the same amniotic sac, with no membranes dividing them) and he didn’t really have an answer for me. When I responded that I’d want inpatient monitoring, he scoffed and said “oh, I don’t know anyone who does that…where did you hear that?”

When I said the Internet, he responded as if I’d said the Weekly World News. Because we all know that EVERYTHING on the internet is CRAP. Right, I have no brain at all, and I have no idea how to differentiate between good and bad info. Gimme some credit, please.

In the end, I was able to get out of him a reference for the new MFM, one who I suspect may end up being my primary doctor. I hope so, after the way I was treated by this one. It’s really sad, though. I loved my OB up until yesterday. But clearly he’s in over his head and can’t admit it. Whatever.

Sucky thing is, the appointment with the new MFM isn’t for three weeks, but I’m going to call today to see if I can get in earlier. Maybe if there’s a cancellation or something.

And I also found out that not many people like the old Dr Jerkface that I saw on Friday. Heh.