Monday, May 14, 2007


The babies passed their non stress test, thank goodness. I had a hard time feeling their kicks but apparently they were moving the entire time. I had some minor contractions but nothing to write home about. But I passed (or, the babies passed) and that is all that matters.

And my appointment with Dr. Nothing Bothers Her was quick and painless. She checked their heartbeats (still beating) and I asked when we would talk exit plans. With one foot out the door, she said next week. Between now and then I have another scan to check amniotic fluid and growth, but not weight…which is annoying. And then I start the appointment rounds all over again on Monday.

I know it sounds silly, but this awful hand wound I have makes me nervous. It is a blood blister that turned into an ulcer or an abscess or something. My hand doctor said abscess I think, but, to be honest, I don’t know what the difference between ulcer and abscess is anyway. I am on antibiotics and using a special cream twice a day but I am afraid of it getting infected (it is covered with gauze all the time now) and I am afraid of that infection hurting the babies. I asked the hand doctor four times in four different ways in one appointment if that would happen and he said no. So I am trying not to worry, but it doesn’t seem to be getting better. In fact, it popped again yesterday when I was foolish enough to take one golf swing. It’s like this blister took two steps forward and now one step back again. The hand doctor said it could take up to two weeks to heal. Ugh.

Last night I learned a lesson about eating too much. Nicole made spaghetti and turkey meatballs. I had a reasonable portion of it, and should have stopped there but then decided to have four more meatballs because they were really good. And then, an hour later, I ate the toffee bar that she bought for me. In between, I had tons of water and a glass of chocolate milk. I spent the rest of the night feeling like I was going to throw up. I knew I shouldn’t have so much, but part of me was thinking Grow, Baby A, Grow and the other part of me was thinking, yum…meatballs.

I woke up this morning still feeling stuffed. But I thought I’d make chocolate chip cookies for Nicole. I opted against it when I realized that we didn’t have enough brown sugar and when I realized standing up was a bit of a pain in the back. Later I heard that today is National Chocolate Chip Day. What a weird coincidence! And my neighbor, who is a moderately famous chef, will be on M*rtha Stew*rt tomorrow to make his chocolate chip cookies. I plan to watch and steal his recipe and pass it off as my own. That will be my Tuesday excitement.

Pictured above, the swing that broke the healing blister. I took a close-up of my blister with a macro lens to send to a friend in the medical field, but I’ll spare you all that gory shot!


Dee said...

So glad things went well today!!!! I've checking throughout the day.

Have a great week!

And, MAKE THOSE COOKIES! Everything is better with a cookie!

lagiulia said...

Glad things went well. Sorry about your hand.
I'm mad at your doctor for not taking time to talk to you about the exit plan. You need and deserve at least a little hint about how she thinks it will happen!
I am beside myself in AWE that you golf and to stand to bake cookies at this point in your twin pregnancy. You are Wonder Woman, as far as I'm concerned!

Carey said...

Glad the appt. went well!
I hope your hand heals up soon too.
Cookies... yummy. :)

bri said...

Stop golfing, hand wound woman! Good heavens.

Just thought I'd tell you that some babies were just born on the FF donor board at 37 weeks - one weighing 5 lbs 10 oz and the other weighing 7 pounds 8 oz! No NICU time. Home and breastfeeding fine. Crazy.

I hope your hand starts getting better asap.

That eating thing is a bitch. I decided 3 pieces of pizza were a good idea today. I was wrong.

K J and the kids said...

A) Dr. nothing bothers her seems to crawl up my ass more and more every time you have an appointment


C) know a famous dude on Martha Stewart. AND he has a chocolate chip cookie recipe. I don't know which one pleases me more.

D) What the hell kind of person golfs with two buns in the oven. You are seriously one of the butchest bitches I know :)

calliope said...

yay for the good scans & stuff.

& I don't know why, but the phrase, "exit strategy" made me chuckle. I'm 12 years old.

hope the hand gets back to healing.