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This past Tuesday marked our 28 week appointment (aka glucose tolerance test). I showed up a bit early to start drinking the nasty stuff. After finishing, and mentally keeping my gag reflex in check, I started my timer for the hour waiting period and headed in for the fabulous weigh-in. I at least prepped myself and pre-weighed just to avoid being blind-sided. Although I had hoped my home scale was incorrect, alas it wasn't, and the 10 pound increase to my figure was written into my chart. Running total is up to 165 (sigh).

Next up was a glimpse inside the ever growing tummy. The twinnies are still doing very well. They're in the same general spots that they were last month, with the boy head down on the left side and girl's head under my ribs on the right. She's still breech...stinker! It was great to see them in 3D too; they're finally starting to fill out and get super cute. Early prediction based on this round of 3D's - the boy has his daddy's nose and the girl has mine. We'll see if that holds true, but either way they're destined for honkers. They still weigh fairly close to each other, although the boy is starting to pull ahead weighing 2 lbs 10 oz versus her 2 lbs 6 oz. Happy to hear that they're both doing well and seeing them SO active (I blame that crap sugar water) my hour was up and I was off to get stabbed.

I think I may have lucked out and gotten the one nurse in our office that SUCKS at drawing blood, because after 3 or 4 tries in one arm she was asking for my other. I personally know she sucks because I've never heard one complaint about the quality of my veins. They're super easy to see and hit - she was just a nutter. Thoughts of me leaving the office with my arms looking like a heroin addict's started surfacing when she finally struck gold! Hooray, my paranoia with needles could subside!! Then I heard her utter Rhogam. WHAT? I've got to get poked with another needle?!?! I pray to all of my friends that have yet to have babies that they don't have to deal with the RH factor. There's nothing more demeaning than having to hike a hip up on the exam table to get a shot in your tush. I think I need to get over my anxiety of being shy around doctors.

Regardless the shot was over, and the nutter nurse said I had beautiful skin. HAHA! I chalk that up to all the stretch mark cream I've been lathering on. Thank you Dr. Palmer!! This appointment was my first with doctor #3 in my 4 doctor office. I really didn't like the thought of rotating through doctors at first, but its really starting to grow on me. At least you get to pick your favorite. Speaking of, I don't think this doctor ranked very high on my list. For one, I have a sneaking suspicion that she's probably younger than me. Which, don't get me wrong, I think its great to have youth in the medical profession; but when it comes to my delivery I'd like to know I've got age and experience on my side. Especially if they're cutting me open. Plus I didn't like her hair!

So, I am now past the monthly checkups and have moved onto the bi-monthly's. I feel like time is fleeting! In a maximum of 10 short weeks I'll be a mom. Too weird!

Crazy changes this month include:

• My new apprecation for Tylenol. It has become my best friend in at least dulling the ever growing back and rib pain.


• A growing love for my fabulous glider. I may look 80 sitting in it knitting, but its the only thing that makes the rib pain go away.


• Sleepless nights! My body pillow "Edward" (or boyfriend if you ask D) is a savior but even he can't help me stay asleep the whole night through. I need to hire a professional make up artist to hide the bags, seriously!


• Wicked leg cramps - OUCH!


• Massive dehydration! Currently I'm drinking 120+ ounces a day...I'm closing in on water hippo here.


• Utter sickness when I think about the cost of daycare (who do these people think they are that they can charge extortionist prices?!?! And they act like they're cutting you a break giving you a 5 - 10% "discount" on the second child...PLEASE!)


• An understanding that car seats are like milk and can expire.