Two weeks ago at 32 weeks I was in the hospital receiving magnesium sulfate intravenously, to stop my early labor symptoms.  The docs put me on complete bedrest after I got home, hopefully to ensure that I would make it to at least 34 weeks.  They said that after that time, if I went into labor on my own they would not try to stop it again, and I could go ahead and deliver the twins.

Well, my 34 week mark is today.  And incidentally this morning I am having horrible contractions, 2 minutes apart.  Nick has already left for work.  It's been going on for nearly 2 hours.  I already had my biweekly appointment at the hospital for fetal nonstress testing scheduled for this morning, so we may show up to Labor and Delivery a little early.  My mom was going to take me at 9 but I think we should go ASAP just in case.  We just have to get the kids to school first!

I hope this isn't just another false alarm.......... I'm ready!!

 PS......... to make things even more exciting, my 6year old daughter just lost her first tooth.  Like 5 minutes ago while I was typing this blog.   Awww!!  xx

I am awake all night now, every single night.  I am not even sleepy.  I'm on pins and needles waiting for my labor to start, and God knows when that will be.  All I do is lie awake next to my snoring husband, playing Scrabble against the computer.  I drift off for naps during the daytime, but never sleep for longer than 3-4 hours at a stretch now.

Baby A has his skull wedged up under the edge of my ribcage, and it hurts sooooooooo much.  My lungs are compressed... I can't breathe.  I can manually squish the baby's head out from under my ribcage if I work at it for a few minutes, but as soon as I let go, it works its way right back up.  And did I mention the acid reflux is killing me?  I have to eat tiny meals now.  All night long I eat antacid tablets like they are candy.  No relief.

Baby B's head is wedged deeply into my pelvis.  I have a hemmorhoid in my vulva and some more in my bum.  Pee leaks out of me if I laugh or cough.  I waddle like a duck when I walk.  My belly skin itches like mad, stretched to its limit, and no amount of oil or lotion helps. 

To make matters worse I developed a yeast infection from the Keflex I was given in the hospital, and had to do an over-the counter treatment since it was the weekend and I couldn't call the doctor's office to ask for a Diflucan.  The vaginal ointment made my already-swollen (and itchy) nether regions twice as engorged and painful as before.

My neck hurts, my back hurts, my hips hurt, my belly hurts, my head hurts, my genitals hurt, and I can't sleep.

Oh, and my boobs are leaking colostrum.  It just dribbles out whenever it feels like it.

PLEASE, please let me have these babies soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to bed at 9pm tonight, intentionally drugging myself with a dose of Benadryl so that I would get drowsy and hopefully sleep through the night.  Tomorrow is my birthday, and I also have to be at the doctor at 8:30 in the morning.

I snoozed for a couple of hours... then of course when Nick came into bed at 11, I woke right up and here I am, wide awake without a prayer.  Pigging out on cheddar flavored Chex Mix and trying not to be too frustrated. 

I'm turning 32...... it doesn't feel like my birthday, though....  I mean, I vomited, fainted and bedrested my way right through Christmas and New Year's, and those didn't feel too special either.  Why should this be any different, right?  Another year older, the only difference between this birthday and the others is that I won't be getting any birthday sex.  *Pouts*