Casual maternity style in body con dress, sneakers and plaid shirt

Phew, what a wild ride life has been lately!

Just a couple of weeks ago I was doing my own thing, going to work and coming home as if it were no big deal. And then.... well, and then twin pregnancy stopped me in my tracks.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday, September 6th for my normal weekly appointment, and instead of leaving and going back to work, I was sent to Labor and Delivery.

Rewind a little bit, I think it was 27 weeks or so, and my doctor sent me to a specialist to have my cervix checked, because it was much shorter than they would prefer. With this being my first pregnancy, they have nothing to compare it to, or have no idea if my body is prone to preterm labor. So, lucky for me... this is all kind of a guessing game. I was cleared at that appointment to continue with my normal life minus 25% of activity.

Not bad, not bad. I can do that.

These past couple of weeks. Yeah, not so much.

So since Wednesday September 6th, 13 days ago as I'm writing this post, (yes, I'm keeping count) I have been in the hospital on strict bedrest. I don't even have the words to describe strict bedrest. All I can think of at the moment is torture. Dramatic much? Not at all if you have actually ever been on bedrest.

The night we were admitted into Labor and Delivery took a turn for the worst. The original plan was for the nurses to just "monitor" me all night, and then move me to a room upstairs.

Well, they "monitored" me alright. Every 30 minutes. My room had a revolving door. The boys decided that they didn't like the plan of baking until 38 weeks, and they wanted to give us a little run for our money.

Insert contractions every 3-5 minutes, lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute. From what I hear, that's labor my friends. Labor at 30 weeks, the doctors do not agree with. When the doctors don't agree, and they really want to stall labor, they put your ass on magnesium. Have you heard of it? If not, don't even look it up. RUN FOR THE HILLS.

And I thought bedrest was torture. 

Honestly, I should have written this post while I was on the magnesium, because I'm sure it would have been much more entertaining. Unfortunately I couldn't, because I was throwing up every ounce of anything inside of my body, burning from the magnesium being pumped inside of me, wiping the water pouring from my eyes, and trying not to think of the freaking catheter that you have to have while on this beast of a medicine.

Seriously. Magnesium is the worst medicine I have ever been given in my life. You know that list of side effects that is listed for any medication that you take? You may or may not have one or two of them. Well, I can confirm that EVERY side effect listed on magnesium was experienced. Not just one, not just two (that would have been a walk in the park), but every. single. one.

Honestly, if I have to be put on that medicine again, I'll probably have to be strapped to the bed. I seriously went from being a normal human being to the exorcist in approximately two minutes. I have never seen my Mom and Chris so quiet. They might have sat across the room in silence for a good 12 hours. Or they could have been frozen, or suffering from pneumonia.

Oh, that's another wonderful side effect. I'm sweating literally sweating bullets, with the AC on 50 or so I would imagine, while my Mom and Chris are bundled up and shivering across the room.

So I guess the doctors were serious about not going into labor at 30 weeks. You think? Okay, got it. I'll keep my butt tied to the bed.

Speaking of bedrest. Some may think it's relaxing. A time to catch up on life, and read, and nap, and watch TV. Yes, it is all of those things... minus relaxing.

But I have never watched so much TLC in my life. So far I've caught up on Say Yes To The Dress (probably since 2015), The Little Couple, My Giant Life, Out Daughtered and 90 Day Fiance. Y'all... the only one of these shows that I've ever seen before was Say Yes To The Dress. I now know the names of all the people, and their whole life story.

I will never get that time back. 

I won't say that it has all been a complete waste of time. I have been able to check a few things off of my to-do list, so there's that.

Wanna know something else that this lovely bedrest did? It cancelled my baby shower (which is now rescheduled for the hospital conference room - YAY), and forced me to do my maternity pictures right outside. By right outside I mean at Baylor Hospital. Ever heard of that before? Yeah, me either.

On a positive note, our photographer was incredible and I know she got some great shots. I can't wait to see them and share with you guys! Also, I'm so grateful that I was able to still have my photos done. After nearly three years struggling with infertility, I would have been so disappointed to not have this time in our lives documented.

Well, it's documented now... hospital and all.

I know this has been a little bit of a different update from my previous pregnancy posts, but my life is a little different right now. If you're curious about what I've been wearing... PJs... eating... a mixture of nasty hospital food and the goodness of the outside world when my peeps come to visit.

And I'll end with that - my peeps coming to visit.
I cannot say enough how much love I have felt for the boys and I since we've been in here. Everyone has been incredibly supportive; I have had so many visits from friends and family, so many goodies sent, so many texts messages and phone calls... I really couldn't ask for a better support system.

If you have taken a minute out of your day to show us any kind of love, THANK YOU. The days are starting to blend, and I can't seem to keep up with everything that is happening. If I do not reach back out to you directly, please know that I am beyond thankful to have you in our lives and appreciate everything that you have done for us!

Much love, friends. Now get me out of here!
Until next time.

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