A Few More Weeks

Last Thursday (the 21st), put us right at the beginning of 7 weeks. If my calculations are correct, we will start the 13th week (the second trimester) on March 4th, the day after my birthday. That will be a wonderful birthday gift in itself. My next appointment with the Ob/Gyn is Wednesday, Feb. 3. So far, the twins appear to be determined little ones, and Puck and I just happen to be the closest members of their cheering section. I’ve been blessed by a lack of morning sickness, with only a few queasy moments, and by a wonderful partner on this great adventure.

In fact, speaking of my husband and the father of my children (doesn’t that sound nice?), he has been doing his best to keep me stuffed with proteins, calcium, fruits, nuts and vegetables. After doing some research (Puck’s first line of attack on any new challenge), he headed off Friday evening to do some shopping and returned with a ton of food. Our freezer is now completely full of all types of meat, and we also have plenty of cheese, 2 more gallons of milk, fruit, yoghurt, a variety of nuts, eggs, veggies, etc.

My wily husband has also taken to dosing me. He adds several spoonfuls of powdered milk to the big glass of warm milk I try to drink every day just to give me some extra calcium. On Saturday and Sunday, he also made us a delicious lasagna (instead of pasta noodles he used layers of steamed veggies. Yum! It appears to have become his personal goal to keep me from ever feeling the tiniest twinge of hunger again. After a few days of being spoiled by my husband, I felt like I must have gained 20 pounds already, but when I finally dared a trip to the scales, I had only gained 2 pounds.

Creating new life and knowing that it is developing inside you is truly a miraculous experience, but it can also be a bit frustrating. There is so much we can’t control. We simply have to do everything that we can to nurture that life and keep it safe, but in the end, we have to wait and hope and adapt to what comes our way.