Well. This mornings 16 week checkup wasn't very eventful - I'm down 2 pounds, blood pressure is fine, and he found the babies heartbeats with no issue. He agreed that the Nantucket trip at 29 weeks probably wasn't the best idea, and explained a little bit more about my 19 week ultrasound (July 20th!). I asked about it because it includes an appointment with a perinotoligist - and I wasn't sure what that entailed. He explained that they feel that a 32 year old that is pregnant with twins should be treated the same way as a 35 year old with a singleton (I'll be 34 at time of delivery with our twins). They have all twin mama's at least met with her for the first ultrasound, and then they go from there. Seems like all my ultrasounds will be a lot longer than those I had with Hulk! I must admit to getting VERY excited to find out what genders I have living in there.
We really haven't had a lot of sunshine here in the past month. Usually I like rain - but it's starting to grate on me. Sunday, Aaron met his Dad at his house (the center that he is staying at got him there - it was a nice treat for him to get to see his house. He hasn't been there since the stroke). But that had me on my own with Hulk in the morning, it was cloudy - but thankfully no rain. I tried to sleep in with him (HAHA) but gave up on that pretty quickly. I had a few errands to run, so I decided to go to the park and let him swing (Hulk LOVES the swing) and then do my errands. We got home, and took a nap after that.
I was pretty wiped out - Saturday I spent a chunk of time in my yarn room. I got my books and fabric moved... and made the sad realization that this reorganization is going to be a hell of a lot of work. I'm also going to need to cull the stash a bit - there are many things in there that I know I still love, but I need to get realistic about my time on this earth in relation to actual knitting time. I think I may be at what knitters call SABLE (stash acquisition beyond life expectancy). I still really want to get things well sorted out within the next week, so I'm going try and spend an hour or two sorting each night so I'm ready to go when Suzanne visits this weekend. It just seems overwhelming to me now.
I'm also still battling this cold - and Hulk is still coughing at night. I decided to toughen up last night and not pop out of bed each time he cries. I would hear him cough, and then start to cry, and when I would get into his room, his eyes are closed, but he is crying. I finally turned off the monitor and just slept. My theory before was if he was crying, he needed something because he was such a good sleeper. But that hasn't been the case for the last month - so a change is in the works. Unless he is FRANTIC (or I'm up going to the bathroom one of my 3 times in the night), I'm just going to let him be. I usually get him to stop crying by giving him back the binkie - maybe it's time he learned to use his thumb or blankie? We'll see how long the toughness lasts.