Another Uneventful Doctor's Visit

You know your triplet pregnancy is going well with the first thing the doctor says after "How are you?" is, "So what's your commentary on this week's political events?" Yes, yet again, the doc and I spent most of my appointment talking about things outside of the pregnancy. It cracks me up!

There's not much to report, which is a good thing! My blood pressure is nice and low, and I'm measuring 42 weeks, though I didn't gain any weight this week. That's stunning, because I'm still eating like a horse. I have reached the point where everyone says, "That baby must be due any day now!"

The doctor did check out my self-diagnosed dislocated rib and told me I was right about that. Ouch! The babies need to build their new addition some place else. On the plus side, I felt more rested today than I have in weeks. That Vicodin really worked. I slept 5 hours straight before I woke up. I'm surprised I didn't wet the bed! And I had no trouble going back to sleep either.

The rib's not too bad today, as long as I don't try to take a deep breath. The massage therapist helped a lot, and I'll get in to the chiropractor on Friday morning, so that should help, too. All in all, a pretty minor complaint at 31w 3d with triplets.

Dr. Star asked, as he always does, about my contraction pattern. And I replied, yet again, that I don't have a pattern because I'm not having contractions. So, he's revising his 34 week estimate and saying he's cautiously optimistic I could make 36 weeks, especially as I'm finally going to quit working and rest a lot more. But, we'll know a lot more next week when we have another ultrasound.

Now for the story of the day. I mentioned my dislocated rib to a party who shall remain nameless, and the response was, "What were you doing?"

What was I doing? I must have hurt it when I was bull riding the other afternoon...

31 Weeks and a Story About Sweet Amelia

Here we are at 31 weeks. The babies must be going through another growth spurt, because I'm clearly growing again, too. And the babies are not in the best positions right now. When I stand up the weight shift into my pelvis causes me a fair amount of pain -- and causes me to walk like I just got off a horse for the first couple steps!

Yesterday morning I had to use a little extra lotion to ease the stretching skin across my belly. A few hours later I got off the couch to use the bathroom and groaned a bit when the pelvic pain kicked in.

Amelia was busy playing in the family room and looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, Mommy. We'll fix you up."

Jeff and I both laughed at that, and then laughed harder when she went and got my lotion and proceeded to rub some on my belly once I sat down again. My sweet Amelia. She never misses a trick!