17 weeks

Our first monitoring appointment last Wednesday went perfectly. The babies looked great, they are all measuring the same and keeping pace with their gestational age. The ultrasound technician tried to determine their sexes, but 2/3 were non-compliant and the technician only took a quick peek at the third so I'm waiting for further confirmation before I'll believe it. My cervix hasn't changed and all of my vitals were normal so I was in and out of the office in short order. I also had my cardiologist appointment where baseline data were collected, again all normal. I'll go back for follow-up in a couple of months and have an echo-cardiogram done. The number of ultrasounds that I'll have accumulated of my various body parts by the time the babies get here is quite astounding. Still having more good days with less nausea and I've regained my nearly normal pre-pregnancy appetite. My beacon of hope through these past 11 weeks of feeling craptastic has been the knowledge that I would once again be interested in eating lobster (my absolute favorite treat) and I think I'm nearly lobster ready, so progress is definitely being made.

We celebrated our friends' son's third birthday on Saturday which was lots of fun. They are expecting their second son in three weeks and the mom looks and feels fantastic, which was encouraging. Also at the party were a couple with a 5 1/2 week old baby boy who I was able to snuggle with for a good long time (I may have monopolized him just a little). He was so tiny and still at that floppy newborn stage but starting to make eye contact and smile. He is a very relaxed baby, hopefully some of his easy-going vibes made their way to my little ones when I was holding him. I had a bit of a shock when I realized that at 9.5 pounds, he was twice as big as our babies will be when they are born - yikes.

I'm starting to buy a few maternity items and went out to try on a few things yesterday but I'm still at that intermediate stage with the maternity stuff is way too big but I need the longer shirts and lower waists to accommodate my bump. On the home front, we're discussing which room to turn into the nursery. My husband has already turned into super-protective dad and is adamant that the babies are going to sleep in our room because "anything can happen with babies" and he's convinced he won't be able to sleep if they're not right next to us. He's very sweet, but really, it's not like they're going to spontaneously combust.