January 29, 2012

35 weeks and a few other things

It is so exciting that we've reached 35 weeks. I am officially off my it could literally be any day now.

I'm ready and I'm not. I'm ready to see them and hold them and meet them. But at the same time, I know that when they get here we will be starting a whole new journey in life. Oh goodness!

Here's me today at 35 weeks:


I'd also like to show you a couple of things I've been working on.

First of is what I think is going to be the babes' going home outfits.


You've seen the owl hats before...I've made them for a few new family members. I made some changes to them like circular, instead of oval, eyes, and the yellow pom poms, instead of the hat color.

I got the idea for the onesies here.

I got the onesies off of eBay and used a technique that involves freezer paper and fabric paint. I am super excited about this method. Instead of giving you a find a really awesome one at One Little Minute. It's one of my favorite blogs. And she does a great job of explaining how to use freezer paper to make stencils.

Also, this year the hubs won his fantasy football league. He was so super excited. As his mother says, sports really isn't his thing (imagine that said in a southern tidewater accent).

So, I made him a shirt so that he could silently brag about it using that same freezer paper method.


Somebody is anxiously awaiting the arrival of the boys. They're Not here yet, but we're expecting them any day now. Good luck to us all.


January 23, 2012

34 weeks

Do you remember when this shirt...

fit like this? too.

34 weeks today! It's a great milestone. Dr. appt tomorrow. Hope everything stays the in...all good.

January 21, 2012

32 weeks flashback and bed rest

Hello internet!

It's been a little while...and don't worry, I'm still pregnant, thankfully. I'm also late with the weekly pic update, but I'll try to get two up this week (now that the week is almost half way over), hee hee.

I would like to say that I've been busy, haha. I'm really really funny. I am last week at 32 weeks. This girl is getting big. And I only have bigger to go. My face has exploded a bit, so I'll save you from that mental actual image.

You might be wondering what I do all day. Thankfully, bed rest has not been quite the beast that I had anticipated.

First things first...the bed rest apron. If I could have gotten out my sewing machine and made a prettier one of these, I would have. Luckily for me I already had this handy dandy nail apron available. It's leftover from my architecture school days when we worked with habitat for humanity. This was the result of one of those awesome moments when you knew you kept this one thing for a reason (knowing you would need infor SOMETHING one day) and as a complete bonus...I knew exactly where it was. I was pretty excited.

So in my bed rest apron, I keep the following items:

My cell phone (which operates as phone, texting machine, and email...score!)

The house phone (yes, we still have one of those. But, this is super helpful because we have digital phone, so we have free long distance. This ways can call family and work for free with having to use cell phone minutes...score again)

A couple of pens and a pencil

A miniature moleskin notebook (yes, I'm a bit of a snob about what I write in...this one is small, red, and lined on the inside. This is the first moleskin I've had that is lined...and because it's so small, I like it). I use this even more than I thought I would.

With all these things literally tied to me all the time, I always have what I need, for the most part, wherever I am in the house. Luckily I am not confined just to one space, so whenever I have to pee (which is quite often) I try to change locations in the house so I don't get too bored.

I've been able to work from home.

And when I work, I get to look out at this.

(unfortunately, the day I took this picture was kind of gray. I promise there is water out there. The water is super relaxing and makes me feel like I'm not cooped in all day long.

That's not too shabby I have to say.

Something else that keeps my spirits up is my creativity with beverages. I have to drink about a gallon of water a day (yesterday I drank 2!) and sprucing it up with a bit of sparkling water and frozen fruit goes a long way.

I feel really lucky that I can work while I'm home. That has made the days go by much more quickly than I thought they would. I rarely turn on the tv...mostly I just listen to podcasts or Pandora (all of that makes me feel like much less of a lazy bum). I know my job right now is to incubate the boys as long as possible, but I have to say that the thing I was most upset about when I had to go on bed rest was being lazy and not being able to contribute (I know my contribution right now is to keep the babes inside...but still...I had some issues). This isn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

And don't worry...I'm still crafting as much as possible, but that is for a different post.

Happy week, I'll catch up...I swear.

Nursing for two

My goal with these boys is to nurse as long as possible.  I'm hoping for exclusive breast milk for 6 months and then to continue to use breast milk with formula supplement until whenever. I have goals, which I think are important, but I also want to remain flexible and not beat myself up for lot meeting stringent requirements I made up for myself. 

One thing I've read about nursing twins is to do so simultaneously.  I think this is key, especially when they're first born.  New borns eat every 2 - 3 hours and I don't know how I would make it those first few weeks with a baby attached to me literally all day long.  I would not have had the same thoughts if I were having one, but I'm having two...and twins are different. 

How do I plan on nursing two at once?  Good question.  For a while, I was wondering the same thing.


Lo and behold, I am now the proud owner of the above's called, ever so cleverly, My Brest Friend nursing pillow.  This contraption, supposedly, helps support the babes while they're eating.  I'm kind of excited about this thing.  I will let you know how it works once they're here.

January 19, 2012

33 weeks and car seats

Here we are at 33 weeks!


Every week is a big success at the Perry household. All things at the Dr. are going well. Babies are good and mama is good. As soon as we get to 34 weeks, we are in a much better spot. Their lungs will be developed enough that they could be born at my local hospital and possibly not go to the NICU. That, of course, is my hope.

Another fun thing is that the hubs installed the car seats! Woohoo! I'm very excited about that. The nursery is on its way, pictures to follow very soon.


January 13, 2012

this is fantastic

I've been meaning to update all of you. I have pictures and things...ways I've been getting through each day of bed rest (which I have to say is not nearly as bad as I thought it would be...I'll let you know if I still agree with myself in two weeks).

But for now, I have a few pretty cool things.

Stop by here to find out how this room got from here:

When I previewed this post, it made me want to change things up....maybe I will!

Happy Friday!
to here:

Makes me want to try.

One day I would love a library that looks like this:

photo credit

I want business cards like these:

Really I just want a business like Steep Street (where the above business card came from). I think Kelty is awesome and you should check her out, too!

We can always dream, can't we.

January 05, 2012

Bed rest - (hospital and letting go) (con't)

I have to say how disappointed I was that I lost this entire post. But...on with it now.

So I left off with the dr saying that my pancreas and Gaul bladder were ok, my liver enzymes were a bit high, and my white blood count was also a bit high. But for the most part, I was ok. I had to stay in the hospital overnight for observation and to make sure that my contractions would stop.

We talked to family, all of them asking if they needed to come, but me and the hubs saying that we didn't really feel like there was any need. We really didn't want to bug anybody. As far as we knew, I was ok, the babes were ok and we were just waiting.

We didn't tell any friends either (I even disabled my Facebook wall) because we just didn't want to cause a fuss over's really not our style. We had made new years plan with our good friends, so we did tell them, but told them not to come to the hospital. We didn't want to ruin anyone's night.

Lucky for us, they came anyway...and brought our favorite Mexican food. It was so nice to have good friends in the room making us laugh. It wasn't until then that I realized how serious we had been all day. The hubs and I had had a hard time laughing with each other. We hadn't panicked, but laughing seemed a it out of the question. The visit really put us in a good mood for the rest of the evening.

After our friends left, the hubs went home one last time to see our fur-babies one last time and get whatever he needed to spend the night in the hospital. Before he left, he put on 'The American President', one of my favorite movies. There really is nothing like putting on a movie you know by heart and snoozing in one of the most uncomfortable beds you've ever laid on.

So I napped and the hubs came back and by this point, we'd been up since 4am, in the hospital, and thought a lot of things might go wrong...needless to say, we were both super exhausted.

We eventually turned off the tv and attempted to sleep. I would say that considering I hade to pee every hour or so (and to do this, I had to call the nurse to get her to unhook all of the chords that were attached to me, use the bathroom, and then call her again to hook everything back up), the babies and I kept moving and fidgeting so the nurse had to repeatedly readjust the monitors on my belly, and don't forget about the routine checkings of my vitals, sleeping actually went pretty well...all things considered.

Until about 3:30. At 3:30, I had to pee, the nurse had to readjust all the monitors and the printer had run out of paper and got jammed so that had to be fixed as well. I was just awake at this point. I wasn't really mad about it....just awake. The nurse left, and I was left with just me, the hubs, the babies, and my own devices.

This is when the moment of clarity came. At this point, I had a conversation with God, the universe and myself. It mostly had to do with the fact that I needed to let go of what I wanted or had expected pregnancy to be for me. I had wanted a simple, easy be able to run and exercise and feel beautiful and glow. I had wanted to take the whole child-bearing thing one at a time. I had wanted no complications. I had wanted a natural birth.

I wanted pregnancy to be things that it couldn't be for anyone. At that moment...all I wanted was for me and the babes to be healthy. If they had to be born via c-section...ok. If I had to be a bed-ridden invalid for the next 10 weeks...ok. I would do it. I had the most important things to me in that hospital husband and my children. I would do anything i needed to do as long as those 3 three people were ok.

At this point, the boys have breech at every ultrasound. I have been doing exercises to get them to turn, but nothing had really helped. I now didn't care at all...I just wanted them to be ok.

So I let go of all of it. I had a moment of clarity explaining to me what was actually important in life. It also showed me that I cannot control everything and that things are going to go the way they are going to go sometimes, no matter what you do to try to control them.

After having this moment, I felt more at ease. I almost felt a little happy. I wasn't tired yet, so I started to read my book. Within a few minutes I had drifted off into a super deep sleep.

I was sleeping so deeply that when the nurse came in to give me medicine and adjust monitors and take vitals I was a bit hard to rouse. I had tried to be extra nice to the nurses (you catch more flies with honey than with sandpaper) but this time I was really not happy that she had woken me up. Eventually I cooperated with her and by this point I was awake, so now we were just waiting for the dr.

My dr finally came in at about 9:30. I had had labs retaken that morning, so she had already seen those results. My liver enzymes were on their way down, and all the rest of my labs were looking great. I hadn't had any contractions in almost 24 hours, which was great news. She was going to keep me on a medication to keep contractions at bay. I will stay on this medication for another 4 weeks, or until I get to 35 weeks. Everything was looking great. My dr had a smile on her faced. After such a scary day on Friday, it was so nice to have some good news on Saturday,

The dr. wanted to check me one more time before I left to make sure I hadn't dilated any further. After she had checked me the day before, I had asked the nurse if anyone had ever closed back up after being dilated. She said no, that usually doesn't happen. So I was really hoping that I hadn't dilated anymore, that's the best we could hope for.

But...wouldn't you know that when my dr checked me, not only had I closed to a 'fingertip', BUT twin A had turned. He was now head down! The hubs and i both burst into tears at this point. This was completely unexpected and icing on the cake. We just wanted clean bills of health for me and the boys, but this was above and beyond! I honestly couldn't believe it.

From something so scary and uncertain came something so wonderful and reassuring. We're going to be ok.

Now, it's just time to keep these babes a'cooking until it's really time for them to come out. As for when that is...well, we're banking on the first week of February, but who knows. Everyday they stay in there, the better. I'd still be happy to go to 37 weeks if it meant even healthier boys.

January 03, 2012

31 weeks


Getting ready for the doctor's only allowed trip out of the house. I'm glad we have so many windows in our house.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting for the second part of the hospital story.  I wrote it...on my iPad...when I went to add a picture...the app quit...I lost the entire thing...It's now time to get back on that.