My waist measurement is increasing as predicted - and is now 48 inches. I must admit I do feel a little competative about that now. I shall try and beat your 51 inches Jenny, although to be fair I'd need to reach 51 inches by 29 weeks as that's when your little angels decided to put in an appearance - I don't think any amount of apple pie, custard, cookies, twirls or tobelarone will increase my waist measurement by 3 inches in one week -but hey, I'll give it a go.
So any way - the false alarm - this happens a lot when you're expecting triplets (or so I have read). The text books have a list of signs to watch out for, your suppose to ring the hospital if you tick any of the boxes. I waited until we had two boxes ticked - regular (although painless) contractions (or contraptions as I like to call them) and heavy pelvic pressure. My insticts told me every thing was ok, but I had read enough testimonials of women who regretted not reacting sooner with what turned out to be early signs of premature labour. So - to be on the safe side - in we went to the labour ward at 10.45 pm last Friday. The night, of all nights, when the world and his wife were going into labour. We eventuallysaw someone at about 2am. This someone had the curious title of 'Research Fellow' I'm not sure what he was researching - lab rats presumably - he didn't seem to know much about triplet pregnancy any way. His recommendation was that I stay in the hospital overnight to be 'monitored'. This monitoring consisted not of machines that go ping, not of checks or tests of any kind, not even a temperature reading, but relied entirely on me letting the nurses know how I felt - presumably after a dreadful night sleep in one of their crappy hospital beds with no pillows. TFK and I were not happy with this 'plan'. The ward matron, sensed our frustration -probably had complains from a few lab rats previously under this 'research fellow's care- and arranged for us to see a lovely Senior Registrar, who checked my cervix, assured us that all was well, reassured us that we were right to be cautious and allowed us to go home - back to pillow land - We arrived at 3.45 am. I think I'll wait until we'veticked three boxes on the check list in future or at least go in armed with half a dozen pillows.
Pillows and Gaviscon are my new loves as well as apple pie and custard of course. I did wonder whether my reliance on Gaviscon has become a little severe, I break out in an anxious sweat if I realise that the bottle is upstairs and I'm not. We now have bottles all around the house, in every drawer, pocket and handbag, of various sizes and flavours. I wake up in the morning with chalk all round my mouth, like some deranged calcium addict.
This is normal - I presume?
I will close with some more photos, unfortunately we could only get decent pictures of baby 2 at the private 'bonding' scan we went to last Saturday. Baby 1 was tucked right down in my pelvis (hence the pressure on Friday night) and Baby 3 ( a confirmed girl by the way) - wasn't in the mood to have her picture taken. I have had to explain to people that it's not that I'm having to come to terms with having two girls as oppose to two boys, that's easy to get my head around - what I'm struggling to get to grips with is the fact that I was wrong - still can't quite believe that - how can that be? me? wrong? - no - it just doesn't make sense!!
It's weird how these pictures come out really - TFK said they remind him of the melting metal of ' The Terminator' - I know what he means but now I can't look at them without thinking of that last scene in T2 when the Terminator police man just keeps changing shape and coming back to try and kill Arnie. Thats not what you should be thinking about when youre looking at pictures of your unborn. Bloody good movie though.
'No more pictures please'
'I'm melting - I'm melting' - cute face though
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