Ok. I admit it. I don't have many excuses for my absence anymore. Just sheer laziness. The hectic pace of the summer has mellowed out, and I find that I've just gotten used to not posting. Every day, I think, "Oh, I should write about that in my blog." Then 10 p.m. rolls around and I'm out for the count.
This last week marks the end of the house "issues." I'll have to post pictures. Monday, we had movers bring our basement furniture and (shh...) nursery furniture over to our house from storage at my dad's. Wednesday, I had a cleaning crew start on a bi-weekly basis. Everyone kept asking if I would be getting any help when the babies came, and I decided to try a housekeeping service first. I'm already not getting around too well, when it comes to deep cleaning, and the construction dust was just depressing. Much less expensive than a nanny or baby nurse, so we'll see how it goes. So, anyway, the house is clean now, and I can really start preparing for "this."
I was to host a baby shower for Alex at The Infertile Gourmet this Sunday, but as many of you may know, she's still in the hospital suffering from God-only-knows-what. Hopefully she'll get some answers soon. I don't even feel like I can visit her in the hospital, since we don't know what she has yet, not to mention all the other assorted bugs floating around in any given hospital. Very hopeless feeling, and I miss my lunch buddy. Keep her in your thoughts. She was supposed to leave next week, to foster/adopt her daughter in Guatemala.
My other friend A got a third opinion on her ovarian cancer. That Dr.'s suggestion was that chemo should have started six weeks ago(!) I think we're all still a little in shock, but I'm sure she'll get to the bottom of the situation soon, and do what she needs to do.
Two weekends ago, I had a little scare. I was having pretty severe menstrual-like cramps. I tried the "water, lying down on my left side" trick, but they just got more intense. I wound up calling the on-call peri/women's evaluation unit, three nights in a row. The first night, the peri suggested I take some Advil. I was surprised I was allowed to take it, (2nd trimester, ok) but it worked, just like it did for my real AF cramps. Then it happened the next night. I called, didn't get a return call (!) but in the meantime, I had a small bout of diarrhea, and felt better. I took the Advil again, too. The third night I called the certified nurse midwives 24 hour number, and they again said it was ok to take the Advil a third night. I did, and the cramps didn't come back. Four days later I had a cervical check and everything was fine. I felt like I dodged a bullet, but I chalk it up to mild food poisoning and La-Z-Boy shopping two of the days.
We had our Level II ultrasound last Friday (19w2d). Both babies were looking good, wiggling around, and weighing 11 oz. each. No abnormalities detected (touch wood), and both definitely girls. Those two aren't shy about showing off their girl parts! I hope this isn't a sign of things to come..."No, you may not leave the house in that skirt! I can practically see your vagina!" I would post pictures, but for some reason, they're not as clear as some ultrasound pictures I've seen. I'm hoping to have a 3-D in a few weeks. I'll post those instead. I think in the last week or so, I've started to feel "flutters." The peri said to not even think about it until 20 weeks, and that it might take longer since they have each other's sacs to cushion the "blows."
Since Friday, I've pretty much given myself a free pass to check out any baby clearance rack that I might come into contact with. My rules are:
1. The clothes must be cute.
2. The must be deeply discounted.
3. They must be age/season appropriate.
4. They must match in style, but not in color.
I also got lucky buying a second crib. I wanted a match for the one I bought 2 1/2 years ago. So I went online to the saved "favorite." "This Item No Longer Available." WTF??! So, after a mini panic session, I tried the 800 number with the catalog in my hand. Available. Yay! Ordered on a Sunday, picked up at the catalog counter Wednesday. Normally, I would have waited a bit longer, but I didn't want to risk losing it, altogether.
This past Wednesday, we passed the 20 week mark by touring the hospital. I think it will be fine, some of the suites even have jacuzzis. We were definitely the oldest ones in the group. I celebrated by ordering Moses basket rocking stands to have next to the bed for the first few months. The actual Moses basket is the one without the stand. Yes, I have actually registered. Hey, 6 1/2 years...I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted!

My MIL and FIL came over last night for coffee and dessert. (they walked in without ringing or knocking, but that's a story for another day) She kept hinting that she thought the babies would have brown hair (I'm brunette). Frankly, I think she's hinting that she knows we're "keeping the full truth" from her. Or as we (recovering) Catholics like to say, The Sin of Omission. That family is so gossipy, I just can't work up the need to tell any of them about the donor eggs. And we're in the "Tell" group! My whole family knows. The problem is, I think we told two of D's brothers. I hope she's not too shocked when these blonde, blue-eyed girls pop out. When I said as much, last night, she said "Why is that?" Fucking annoying. I figure with my heterozygous carrier status and D's homozygous, we had a 75% chance anyway, so get over it.
I've said it before, but I will try to be a better blogger. This was supposed to be my pregnancy journal, after all, since I don't write about it anywhere else. Maybe I will shoot for a certain day or days of the week, and just talk about whatever come up.