Well, you asked for it. I can't believe she agreed to it. This is Carrie's belly at 23 weeks and 2 days. I snapped this photo a few minutes ago during the Red Sox game. Carrie decided that we have not been documenting the pregnancy enough. I reminded her that she was the one that wasn't really excited about documenting the growth of her belly. So, we took this picture and there you have it.
Today we went to see Dr. Handcock. He was excited to see Carrie and find out how things are going. Turns out, things are going great. The first thing he did was measure her belly. He said this was "just for fun". Apparently, it had no medical relevance, but he was curious. He told us that Carrie's belly at 23 weeks is about the size of the belly of a woman carrying one child at 34 weeks. Amazing.
Next we got down to the business of looking at the boys. I have to be honest with you. Up until this point, the sonograms basically looked like shadows and blobs to me. I mean I could make out body parts and what not, but they never really came into focus as far as I was concerned. That all changed today. We have names picked out, and we told Dr. Handcock what they are. He instantly started referring to each of them by their name. He said, "Look here at _____'s face." Just then, the boy turned towards the camera and there was his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears. Wow. This is happening. I freaked out a little. That's my boy. Looking right at me. Well, he probably wasn't looking at me. He was probably floating around and not thinking about much of anything. Maybe he was doing Calculus. I don't know, but his face was so perfect, and I got really excited about all the fun we are going to have.
After we checked out all the boys and determined that things could not possibly be going any better, we talked a bit to the Doctor about what was coming next. He explained that Carrie will probably start feeling contractions at any point, which she has been. We talked about where the babies will be born and how that will work. Basically, if she can carry the boys for 13 more weeks, we will be golden. As of right now, they can live outside her body (with a lot of help of course) which is crazy. The boys will probably be born in Temple, Texas. This is where Scott and White have their NICU. NICU stands for Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. There has to be a whole team of people in place to deliver them. There will definitely be a C-Section. They have to be very careful not to leave a wrist watch or something in there after the delivery.
Today was also weird for a few other reasons. Our first appointment was at 10:45 for lab work. Carrie had to drink this Orange stuff and not eat anything prior to having blood drawn this morning. So, we had a hungry pregnant woman on our hands. I got up really early and went to the farm to do some work before the appointment. All morning I could not catch my breath. Several times I found myself on one knee literally gasping for air. What was this? I didn't drink that much last night. Why am I so short of breath? When it was time to leave, I got Tess in the truck and had to sit there for a minute. I then drove home and had this conversation:
Mike: I have been having trouble breathing all morning.
Carrie: Me too! I can't catch my breath.
Mike: What is it?
Carrie: I don't know.
After we went to the Doctor, I went back to the farm and continued to work. After a while, I sent Carrie a text.
Mike Text: I'm having Acid Reflux really bad.
Carrie Text: So am I.
Mike Text: Can you take something for it so mine goes away?
That's right! I'm having sympathy pains and it's seriously weird and freaking me out! One day a few weeks ago Carrie was really tired and in turn, I was exhausted. Now I know why.
So, as I type this, I have Acid Reflux so bad I don't even want to drink beer. I may have to chew some of Carrie's Tums. This is ridiculous. Will I have sympathy contractions? I do not do well with pain at all. I can't handle much pain. I admit it freely. Guys suck at pain. If I cut my finger it's like the end of the world.
My brother passed out in the delivery room during the birth of his second child.
"We have a Dad down. We have a Dad down."
That's what they say when the Dad passes out. They have to rush someone in to deal with Dad while Mom is having the baby. They may have to have a Doctor on hand specifically for me. I may end up in the hospital bed beside Carrie.
That will be embarrassing.
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