Okay, I have at the very least 14 weeks to go to get to 36 which is when twins are fully cooked. 38 weeks is full term but at 36 they should be able to function on their own without going into Nicu. That’s the goal, 98 more days,till April 25th. Anything past that is gravy.
But I am large already — walrusian in fact. And my kankles are truly freaking me out. I put myself in compression stockings today and I fear I’ll need to wear at least support hose for the next 14 weeks. More scary is the carpal tunnel that has taken over both hands and makes my left fingers completely numb as I type this message at 10:30 in the morning. It lasts all day long. And again it is freaking me out. I’m sleeping in wrist guards but they are a little uncomfortable and so far not doing much to help. And I’m drinking a lot of water to try to flush this swelling from my being but it seems to just pool in my kankles.Plus my husband has gone ape shit crazy. He didn’t come to bed last night until 4:30 in the morning. Which meant I got up at 4:30 in the morning. It’s a little tricky to fall back asleep on your left side with smelly wrist guards (why do they smell like feet right out of the package?) my nostrils plugged up with congestion and a wiggly bowling ball stuck to my stomach. Especially when he starts snoring like a chain saw.
What was the proud father-to -be doing until 4:30 in the morning? Most likely designing a home built security system with other insomniacs from the Seattle robotics society. Our neighbors down the street got broken into so it re-sparked his desire to create a tripped-out security sys. for our house. Is he worried about protecting his wife and two babies? No. He wants to make sure no one steals his laptop or flat screen TV. So just as we are starring the huge expense of babies and hospital bills, he’s planning on buying $1,000s worth of computer equipment to ‘protect the house’.
This is a man that made turning on the TV in our house so complicated it took me two years to figure out. Plus I grew up with an alarm sys. that was horrible and traumatized me severely and almost killed our dog every time it went off. And we still got robbed — probably more frequently because the thieves felt it was a challenge to disarm it. I’m still shaking somewhere inside from that alarm system. I had to punch in a code to dismantle it but the siren (loudest noise on earth) was positioned right above the keypad. So if it accidently went out (which it did. All the time) you had to stick your head in the bugle and hit the right numbers to make it stop — before the cops and fire trucks showed up to either shoot you or fine you $50 for a false alarm. All that with a Doberman caterwauling and jumping and clawing to get out of the house. Poor dog.
I own nothing I wouldn’t hand over with a smile in order to avoid that noise again. Most days even my life. And now my crazy husband is about to make so I won’t be able to walk into my own house without a siren going off. I invited him in and now I can’t get him to leave or come to bed at a normal hour. He stole 2.5 hours of sleep from last night no alarm sys could ever retrieve. The only person it will deter is me from entering my own house.