I Haven't Got Time for the Pain

"I haven't got time for the pain...I haven't got room for the pain..." 

Sing it Carly Simon.  And she did.  Straight through my car speaker. It was a fitting little ditty to hear on my way home from the OB today.

I started my day taking the boy to the barber shop.  Normally he is easy going about haircuts, but today he wanted me to stand next to him.  So I did.

Then we went to Chuck E. Cheese where I hunched over a mini air hockey table and skee ball machine.

After that we went to Pre-K orientation.  We had to park 2 streets over (which may not seem like much, but to me was the equivalent of running the Boston Marathon) and walk.  Then I stood there for 2 hours chatting, tie-dying, coloring, etc.

In my "condition" anyone of those activities would be excruciating.  Heck, walking to the bathroom is excruciating. Yet, I did them all in one morning.  I was feeling it.

I would gladly have been left to die on the couch for the remainder of the day, but I had an OB appointment at 2:40 and an NST at 6:00.

I arrived at the doctor's office and walked in...and by "walked" I mean dragged, waddled and limped my aching body from the car to the waiting room.  Once in the exam room I spent my time debating if it would be easier and less painful to crawl out on all fours rather than on my legs which were threatening to collapse underneath me.

My OB entered and said, "My friend we need to talk about when these babies will be coming out."  Confused I replied, "We scheduled the Csection for 9/14."  He then informed me that there had been a change in plans and that he is hoping for next Friday (9/4).  I asked if he was planning to come and clean my house because we are not anywhere near ready.

He explained that although things have been going really well up until this point my blood pressure was 'bouncing around,' the placenta is showing signs of aging, and the size and position of the babies is making it hard to get an actual measurement of the fluid levels which can be dangerous.  At my last ultrasound they were measuring at 5lb 3 oz and 5lb 4 oz which he feels are a good healthy size for 34 week twins (what they were at the time) and given the fact that they are identical and thus higher risk he feels they will be safer on the outside than the inside at that point.  Next Friday will put me at 36 weeks on the dot.  For twins 37 weeks is considered full term.

So the plan is that I'll be going in on Monday for another ultrasound.  If things have changed for the worst and there are any concerns he'll deliver me that day.  If things are status quo then we are aiming for Friday.  NEXT FRIDAY!!!!

I made it back to the car.  I was in such shock that I don't even remember if I waddled or crawled to it.  As I was driving home that song came on and I couldn't help but think how fitting it was.  I am in 'chronic discomfort,' but I no longer have time for it.  I need to finish getting my classroom ready and get the house ready.  I need to prepare the Boy for my absence.  There are things to buy, things to clean, things to organize, things to pack, etc.

And we still haven't bought a minivan.

Yes, I haven't got time for the pain...I haven't got room for the pain.