Evie and Rett’s Birth Story

These two little cuties are more than four months old! wow! Like everyone says, time flies! Especially when you are sleep deprived and just trying to push forward each day… Computer time has been nearly impossible, but I have worked to write down my birth experience as accurately as possible … Enjoy!


After a blood pressure scare on Thursday, July 13th, I woke up at 2:30 am on Sunday morning (July 16th, four weeks before their due date and my twin brothers’ birthday!) to pee and my water broke when I sat up! Travis and I were at NYU Langone Medical Center by 5 am. I was only 4 cm dilated when we arrived, but the contractions were coming fast and steady. I opted for an epidural at the strong suggestion of everyone (due to the risky nature of a twin delivery) and it made the entire birth process pretty easy. Crazy, I know! The time passed extremely quickly — I only found time to listen to a few songs from the Moana soundtrack! — and we were in the operating room to deliver by 10 am. Rett was born at 10:32 am, was crying immediately, and was put on my chest while I continued to birth Evie. She was born 15 minutes later at 10:47. There WAS pain during the birth, but I was a lot less scared than during my birth of Kenneth. I just tried to go with the flow and stay calm. It all happened so fast and I was thrilled once they were both born! The joy was diminished a bit when Evie had to be taken to the NICU for breathing support, but she strengthened quickly and they were both home by Wednesday night.


The lead up…

The end of my pregnancy got very difficult. By 36 weeks, I was extremely swollen and unable to really move around. Even turning over in bed was getting impossible and I was getting up to pee every hour at night. At my 36 week doctor’s appointment on Thursday, July 13th, I had high blood pressure (140/100!) and was checked into the hospital for the evening to be monitored. Thankfully my BP went down quickly, but I went home instructed to monitor it all weekend. My mom was with me for the whole thing and we couldn’t quite decide if I was going to deliver any minute or if I was destined to go full term like she had with her twins. BUT, it seemed like my body was reaching its limit of how much it could take. In my own head, I was determined to make it to 36 weeks (that Saturday) since it is a general benchmark of health for twins… Perhaps my mind is stronger than I realize!

Labor at home…

On Sunday morning, July 16th, at 2:30 am I woke up for one of my many trips to the bathroom, but when I sat up I felt my water break. I was fairly certain about what had happened, but I still felt a little apprehensive about waking Travis or calling the doctor. But more water continued to gush out randomly, so I decided to call the doctor and jump in the shower. The hospital call service said that the doctor would call me back and I wasn’t having very noticeable contractions at first, so I was unsure of how long I had to dilly dally. Contractions did start, but they were really hard to track… I decided to wake Travis up around 3:30. We gathered a few things for our hospital bag, then went downstairs and had a little breakfast. My mom came down because she heard the commotion. Thank goodness she was in town to stay with Ken! That was one of my biggest worries leading up to the birth, how we would take care of Ken. I’m so thankful I could leave him with my mom!

My doctor hadn’t called back and my contractions were getting painful and way more regular (maybe 3 minutes apart), and my mom was getting worried about us making it to the hospital in time, so I called the hospital back. The nurse (?) who answered told me to come in as quickly as we safely could! Travis and I were in the car by 4:30 and were at the hospital (NYU Langone in Manhattan) just before 5 am. I was feeling excited that today was the day! And thankful that we had bought a car.

Labor at the hospital…

I accepted a wheel chair ride up to the Labor and Delivery floor. My attitude was more “let yourself be taken care of” than “prove how strong you are” this time around. The nurses didn’t even make me go to triage since I was their “twin delivery” so I felt special as I got set up in my own labor room. I went to the bathroom, got settled in my hospital gown, and then nurses started coming in to take my vitals and give me my IV. I felt pretty happy and calm, but also excited that it was going to be the twins’ birthday. My contractions were starting to get more painful and I had to sort of stop and concentrate to get through them, but I was doing fine.

The anesthesia medical student (so young and cute!) came in to talk to me about getting an epidural. I think I could have talked them out of it and demanded to do the birth pain-med-free… but my doctors had talked to me so much about how they wanted me to have the epidural to make it easier to transition to surgery if necessary, that I figured I should go with it. Plus, no pain! I felt like it was my opportunity to try an epidural birth, since I’d already done one without. It took a bit of time before the anesthesia doctor came in to help the resident do the procedure. I had been nervous about insertion pain and side effects with an epidural, but all I really felt was some unpleasant pressure down my spine when they put it in. It really wasn’t a big deal. Even staying still during my now very painful contractions was not as bad as I had anticipated.

Overall, the epidural was a fabulous experience. It took a very short time for it to kick in and it really reduced any pain I was feeling. I could still feel the contractions, but there was very little pain. There was some discomfort and I could tell when I was having a particularly strong contraction, but it really made the laboring go extremely smoothly. The nurses remarked at how steady and strong my contractions were and double checked that I was NOT on any pitocin. I guess my body was just ready to get it done! I was in the labor room for about five hours, but it felt like no time at all! I had wanted to listen to the Moana soundtrack (don’t judge!) but only fit in a few songs. We also Facetimed with Ken and my mom, Travis got dressed in scrubs, and then a little before 10am it was time to head to the operating room for delivery.

The birth!

The nurses and doctors all thought I was totally ready to start pushing, but I had to take their word for it. With the epidural, I was experiencing contractions, but nothing urgent. I didn’t really feel a need to push, so I was worried I wouldn’t do a “good job” getting the babies out. But I stayed calm and just went with what everyone was telling me.

This quote was my mantra for this birth: “Fate whispers to the warrior, ‘you cannot withstand the storm,’ and the warrior whispers back, ‘I am the storm.'”

The operating room was intense. Lots of lights and equipment. They had a neonatal station and a full team of nurses set up for each of the twins, plus the labor team, my doctor, a resident, and an attending doctor to observe. (The team was ALL WOMEN, which I thought was pretty awesome.) There was also a huge photo mural of the city skyline and Brooklyn Bridge on one wall, which was kind of fun and also a little disorienting. This might be weird, but the worst part of the whole birth might have been the stirrups that they put my legs in. They were massive (sort of like the boots you wear when you break an ankle) and I did not like being strapped in so securely. It sort of felt like being a prisoner in a very vulnerable torture position, but maybe I am being dramatic. Another peek into Rachel’s brain: The huge overhead lights have cylindrical handles that protrude vertically for the doctors to grab to reposition the lights… well, at one point they put a condom type thing on the handle and I *knew* it wasn’t going to be put inside me, but I also just had to ask to make sure. Ha. It was just there to keep the light clean. It is just hard for me to relinquish all control over my body to a team of strangers, but I tried hard to be a good patient.

I believe they turned off the epidural once I was in the delivery room, so I did experience some pain during the birth, but it wasn’t too bad. I basically just pushed when the doctors and nurses told me to. They wanted me to hold my breath for the pushes and count to ten, and I think Travis was helping to support my back, but it is all a bit hard to remember. At the beginning I said something like, “I hope I remember how to do this,” and my doctor said “we are going to be here a while!” She is young and I really think that this was her first ever vaginal twin birth, but some of her remarks were less than encouraging. And she was wrong. Rett was pushed out at 10:32, after just about 20 minutes of pushing! I was actually surprised! Travis said, “Oh wow!” I think we were all surprised it happened so fast. My doctor cut the umbilical cord quickly, which surprised me, but they were being quick and efficient since it was a twin brith. (Side note: I had been curious about whether I would deliver each placenta directly after delivering each baby, or whether they would both come out at the end. We got told both things by different doctors before the birth and I still don’t know exactly what happened.)

They took Rett and cleaned him up a bit and then they put him on my chest while I was still working on pushing out Evie. I really loved seeing him — so little and alert! — and he was a good distraction from the increasing pain. (The nurses helped hold him on my chest, don’t worry.) During this time there was a bit of confusion about Evie. My doctor said she was at a “minus seven” position, which is pretty high up in there, I guess. Maybe my doctor was exaggerating? But she also repeated that we were probably going to be there for a while. And then she made the decision to break Evie’s water… and did it without consulting me or, apparently, the attending physician. They actually argued a bit about it and the attending said that she shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t totally paying attention, but I remember thinking that their conversation probably should not have been in front of the patient. Thankfully, Evie was born within fifteen minutes at 10:47 am. Unfortunately, they said she swallowed (and maybe inhaled?) a lot of blood and amniotic fluid. She was really messy when she came out. But they cleaned her off (and probably did some suctioning?) and I got to hold her quickly. I was so thrilled that the twins were both here!! Best feeling ever.

The resident physician had been paying close attention to my perineum during the birth (too much info?) and helped support it so that I didn’t have any tearing or trauma. Amazing! That was one of the things I was most dreading about another vaginal birth — recovering from any trauma and stitches after the fact — but since the babies were pretty small it was not an issue. I was really thankful for that. The nurses did have to massage my uterus to deliver the placenta(s?), which was uncomfortable, but really, the time immediately after the births is just a happy blur.

I got to hold both babies, nurse them a bit, take some photos, and just basically be a happy, goofy mama for a few minutes before I was wheeled into a recovery room. I was so amazed that everything had gone so quickly and seemingly perfectly. I know it is the hormones, but the time after birth is just so blissful and magical. I wish I could live in those moments for just a while longer…

Unfortunately, in the recovery room I sort of nonchalantly noticed that Evie’s legs looked a little blue. The nurses quickly came to look at her and took her to examine her. She was working hard to breath (retracting?) and they were concerned. A neo-natal doctor was brought in and she decided that Evie should go to the NICU for breathing support. I was still in my post-birth happy brain bubble and I truly believed that Evie was strong and would be fine, so I felt defiant about her going to the NICU. I was even more concerned when the doctor said that they would have to put her on antibiotics and then that would mean that she would have to stay in the NICU for the full course which would be at least 48 hours. My brain already started calculating about how it would delay her going home and what were we going to do if one baby was home and one was at the hospital?? But, again, I tried to be a good patient and a good mom. I texted my pediatrician brother and he reassured me that it was all protocol. I knew that this is why we birthed our babies at a hospital, so that there were experts there to provide care if anything went wrong, but it is still hard to relinquish all control.

So they took her away.

I was still sort of confused and out of it, plus holding Rett and thinking about him, but I did know that I was very upset about them taking her. Even if it was for the best. She had nursed a little bit right after birth, but all of the lactation consultant stuff about babies never learning to breast feed if they are separated from their mother ran through my head. I already had anxiety about being a good mother to a girl, and I felt like us being separated at the beginning made things even harder. Of course, I was probably being irrational, and I tried to keep my feelings in check, but I don’t think it is ever easy to have your baby taken to intensive care. I think I was pretty calm under the circumstances. Maybe too calm?

Hospital stay…

Prior to the birth I had told myself to really enjoy my hospital stay and let the nurses take care of me. My time at the hospital with Ken had felt so magical and I had hoped for that experience again. Sadly, it was different since Evie was away from me in the NICU, but I still tried to go with my original plan and try to rest and relax. We declined the $500/night private room option, but I did get the bed by the window. Overall, my hospital stay was lovely and the nurses were all excellent… it was just very difficult to split time between two babies with Evie being away from us.

I had a bad attitude about Evie being in the NICU. Travis had talked to the doctors there and even though I got to pump milk for her and go see her, I felt really out of the loop. I also felt like she was actually fine, and that being separated from me and her twin brother was more detrimental to her health than the initial breathing issues (which I had a feeling were caused by her water being broken too early during her delivery). Not to mention the cPap unit and IVs she was attached to.

Dividing my time between Rett on the Mother & Baby unit and Evie in the NICU was hard. I was never in the NICU at the same time as the doctors, even though I tried to be, which was frustrating because the nurses weren’t allowed to give us all the details. I felt like we got conflicting info about when she might be strong enough to go home. And even though I did get to breastfeed her once while she was there, they didn’t count it as an official feeding since they couldn’t measure it. I pumped some milk for her, but they also wanted to give her formula. I was fine with that (even though the lactation consultants weren’t) as long as it helped her get home faster, but they couldn’t even tell me whether or not they actually gave her any. It was all confusing and overwhelming. I cried hard at the hospital on Tuesday night when I went to see her at 9:30 to feed her, but they said I couldn’t until 10 because that was her schedule. I was so tired and sleep deprived and I just couldn’t believe that I couldn’t be in charge of when she ate. Especially since it was only a half hour difference! I really started to get upset. If it was up to me, I think I would have refused care and demanded that we take her home at that point, but thankfully Travis was there to be the rational one.

I know that the NICU provides amazing care and I am so thankful that Evie’s issues were extremely small compared to many of the babies in the unit. I am just not very good at not being in control. Plus, it was MY BABY! I just felt like I knew she was strong enough and that she should be with her family. But, in the end, it was just three short days…

Going home…

Rett and I spent Sunday and Monday night in the hospital. Travis, Ken, and my mom came to visit both days and brought me donuts and cute teddy bears for the babies. Rett passed all his tests and we got discharged on Tuesday. We actually drove from the hospital to pick up Aunt Chelsea at the airport. She had planned her trip to help me with the end of my pregnancy, but got to come see the babies instead!

We had some dinner with everyone that night, but then headed back to the hospital to be with Evie. I was not in good shape. I was so tired and stressed. And this was the night that the NICU nurse told me I couldn’t breastfeed Evie and I just lost it. I cried and cried and we decided we would just go home and leave Evie in the care of the nurses. I felt like everything was totally out of my control, especially since they couldn’t really tell us when she might get to go home.

BUT when we called the NICU on Wednesday morning, they told us she had been moved back to the Mother & Baby unit! She just had to pass a few more tests (hearing and car seat) and then we could take her home. We took Rett back to the hospital with us (since I had to feed him) and basically took the day getting Evie discharged. One thing that I am glad we did at the hospital was have the Bella Baby photographers do a photoshoot. They are the only professional photos I have of my kids. We were tired, but thrilled, when we got to leave with both babies.

Life with twins…

Oof. Life with twins is hard. We had lots of family in town to help for the first two months, which made a huge difference in how much time we were able to spend with Kenneth one-on-one. Travis has been able to take a good amount of time off work, which is vital. Three car seats DO fit in the back seat of a Subaru Outback. And I am just tying to soldier on and go with the flow. But I haven’t had a full night of sleep since early in my pregnancy. I am breastfeeding exclusively and I can’t even tell you if it is a good idea. I am just stubborn and I did it for Ken, so I feel like I need to do it for the twins, too.

Evie and Rett are very fun and pretty easy babies, but I am tired. I need to get them on a more consistent nap and feeding schedule. After the holidays we are going to start sleep training and introducing some solid food, so that should help. I am trying not to wish these early days away, but even when I try to enjoy them I have a feeling my tired brain isn’t going to remember them anyway. I am glad that I am taking a lot of photos!

Other than the extreme fatigue, we have been in pretty good spirits. But I have been emotional about two things:

1) I don’t want Kenneth’s life to be “ruined” by having to split attention with the twins. I am sad to say that my relationship with him has suffered a bit and he is now closer to his dad. But I also know that he will love having siblings in the long run and it will be fun to have a big family.

2) Carrying and birthing these sweet twins is probably the coolest thing I will ever do in my life. I do NOT wish to be pregnant again, but I do get emotional when I think that this epic, cool event is over and done. And my body is wrecked. But I just need to refocus… raising these three kids will be the coolest thing I’ll ever do! We send our love into the future with them. It is a magical type of time travel.


View our full Twins’ Birth Story photo gallery here.

Read about my entire pregnancy experience here.

Read Kenneth’s Birth Story here.

Twin Pregnancy Log – Weeks 33 through 36

Week 33: For Father’s Day (Sunday, June 18th) Travis spent the entire day shopping for the last few baby items we need for the twins. We went to Buy Buy Baby to get our 10% discount off of registry items and bought the big Uppababy Vista double stroller, plus a new Clek Foonf car seat, a baby carrier, and a few other necessities. We also went to the Subaru dealership to look at buying a car. We haven’t pulled the trigger yet, but are planning to get an Outback and just cram three car seats in the back seat. It is possible. We measured. The new car seat we bought is Canadian and supposed to be the thinnest available. I am a little worried about needing more car space, but we also have to worry about fitting the car in our tiny Brooklyn driveway and garage, and driving it all over the crowded city. It is stressful.

shopping on fahter's day

I am giant. My hands and feet are nearly always swollen now, and I really think my face and legs are, too… but maybe that is just an excuse for looking so bloated. I am still gaining weight and have well surpassed my previous pregnancy max. I know it is totally expected, but it is still hard. The babies could still gain 3 lbs each before they are born! And that is just the babies. I will still probably only gain 40-45 lbs for the whole pregnancy, which really isn’t bad. I am at about 33 lbs gained now (Tuesday, June 20th) but gaining two pounds per week. It all depends on when I deliver…

This is probably TMI, but my milk (colostrum) is coming in. I also have a very, very slight “linea nigra,” the dark line that runs down a pregnant belly. I didn’t get one at all with Ken’s pregnancy, so I guess that the extra hormones from carrying two babies is affecting everything. I also feel like any dark spots on my skin are a lot worse, and I am collecting new ones. I think I have some on my face that would count as chloasma. Sensitive skin and dark spots are all common for pregnancy, but it is new for me. I hope it all fades after I deliver…

32.8 weeks

I’ll officially be 33 weeks pregnant with twins tomorrow, Saturday, June 24th. Feeling really good to have made it this far and still be going (somewhat) strong. But it is difficult to get a photo that accurately captures how bonkers my belly has gotten… it is huge! And it sticks straight out, which I guess says something good about my ab strength hanging in there? Maybe. Even my roomiest regular t-shirts are no longer up to the task of covering it! And even some of my maternity clothes are getting too small. I am definitely waddling now. My appetite is pretty robust. And the swelling in my hands and feet is really bad some days. But it is feeling much better today (I can make a fist!) and Kenneth and I are both about to lay down for our afternoon naps… so all is good!

33 weeks

Week 34: All pregnancy all the time over here! I had an ultrasound and doctor appointment today, Monday, June 26th. The twins look great, head down and big! 5 pounds each! Eek. I have 10 pounds of baby humans inside my body. So bizarre. I am truly huge. My photos don’t accurately show how giant my belly has gotten. It literally shocks people. I’m feeling fine, but mobility is getting harder and harder. And the swelling in my hands and feet can be pretty bad. I don’t like it. Oh, and my weight is spiking. And I think I still have at least three more weeks to go… these babies seem pretty comfortable. Oh well, all I can do is embrace it.

33.5 weeks

If/when we ever leave NYC, I think that my experiences of being pregnant in the city will be some of my most enduring memories. Getting myself to midtown for all my appointments, walking/waddling the hot (or freezing) city streets between doctor offices, talking to all sorts of strangers who have something to say about my belly. Subways, buses, taxi services. It is not easy and definitely not how I originally pictured pregnancy, but it has been a great adventure!

34 weeks

You won’t like hearing this, but I find myself thinking about dying during childbirth. I know that I won’t — I am healthy, the pregnancy has been optimal, I have top tier doctors and am delivering at an excellent hospital — but I guess when your body feels so uncomfortable and so out of your control, it is less of a mental leap to consider the possibility that it could actually fail you. I’m not dwelling on it, I just feel like it would be dishonest to not mention it at all. Pregnancy is not a sickness or disease, but it is very demanding on a woman’s body. I am not going to get too political here, but it is hard for me to handle that so many in our current government are so dismissive and disrespectful when it comes to women’s health. If we as a society do not value healthy, empowered women (and in turn, healthy babies) what do we value?

34 weeks flattering

On a more positive note, Travis has been an incredible husband and father throughout the final stretch of this pregnancy. A lot of extra responsibility has fallen on him since I have not been able to keep up with as much of the chores, cooking, and Kenneth wrangling as I usually do. Travis has been cooking breakfast and dinner most days, and he puts Ken to bed every night. He has also been helping me finish setting up the house, despite the fact that he doesn’t find hanging framed photos and baby decorations as critically imperative as I do at this point.

twins' nursery corner

On Friday, June 30th, we finally got our new KING SIZE bed delivered and we went and picked up our brand new Subaru Outback! Buying a car is terrible — everyone lies! — but it feels good to have 100% access to a car now that the babies could come at any time. A car that can fit three car seats in the back and also fit in our tiny Brooklyn garage!

new Subaru

Week 35: Practice contractions have definitely picked up and some of them have been pretty intense. It is hard to know whether these two babies are going to come tomorrow or wait another whole month! I still feel that they will come between 36 and 38 weeks… which is soon!

34.5 weeks

On Monday, July 3rd, I had a biophysical profile ultrasound. I will have one every week from here on out because of my “advanced maternal age” and the fact that I am carrying twins. They check to make sure both babies’ hearts are beating, that they are moving, and that they are practicing their breathing moves. Both babies passed the test this week (despite being a little sleepy) and the ultrasound tech said that they have a lot of hair! There is an old pregnancy myth that says the more heartburn you have, the more hair the baby will have. Apparently it actually has some scientific credibility! I certainly have had plenty of heartburn!

I’ve officially gained 40 pounds, which is what I had hoped to gain for the entire pregnancy. If the babies hang on for another month, who knows how much I will have gained. Ugh. I am trying not to be dramatic or waste time worrying too much about my looks, but man, this pregnancy surpassed my previous singleton pregnancy weeks ago in terms of how much it has destroyed my body and how uncomfortable it is. At 30 weeks, I thought everything would be ok and manageable. Now, my body feels completely out of control and beyond the realm of total recovery. The stretch marks are really getting bad and are all over my stomach. The pressure on my pelvic floor is scary. The swelling in my hands and feet (and numbness) is so bad that I can no longer wear any of my shoes! Or make fists! And the weight gain just feels so daunting and horrible. I know that I will (mostly) recover eventually… but there is a lot of trauma, work, blood, sweat, and tears in between then and now. Oof. It feels overwhelming.

34 weeks manhattan bridge

Today (Thursday, July 6th) is my very last day taking care of Kenneth on my own. After this, either Travis will be working from home or we will have family in town to help. I do need it and I am so grateful to my family for coming to my rescue. I really can’t get on the floor with him, lift him much, or go up and down the stairs endlessly, but it makes me a little sad. Ken and I have done everything together since he was born. I have taken care of him almost exclusively and I hate that his care has suffered because of this pregnancy. It also breaks my heart that it won’t just be me and him anymore. I know that he will enjoy having siblings and that I can’t just spoil him forever, but he will always be my first baby. I love him so much and am worried about changing his life so drastically.

35 weeks

As I get closer to the end of week 35, things just keep getting harder and harder. This is definitely the worst my body has ever felt, especially for an extended period of time. I have a lot of pain (like in my pubic bone and hips), heartburn, and discomfort, and it is just really hard to move around and get sleep. I still have better days and worse days, and I can generally get some stuff done in the morning, but by evening I am a mess. I know I only have a few weeks left, so I am trying to stay positive and just rest as much as possible… but it still feels completely bonkers that women have gone through all of this for each and every human who has ever existed. Thank you, Mom.

last pedicure

Week 36: My belly seems to have dropped down. It sort of slopes toward the ground instead of sticking straight out. I have more room for my lungs, but a ton of pressure on my pelvic floor. This should be a good sign that the babies will be coming soon, but it is no guarantee of when. I am super uncomfortable at night and can barely move around. It is getting painful. I don’t really sleep for more than an hour at a time. And my weight keeps rising (I’ve gained 45 pounds) but at this point I am just trying to survive, so I barely have the energy to worry about it anymore. My belly is just all stretch marks now and the swelling in my hands and feet never relents. I have basically just gotten used to having numb, tingly hands, but they do make me more clumsy. (I have a super sore left thumb related to the swelling, which is pretty annoying.)

35.5 weeks - scary belly

The good news: On Monday, July 10th, I had another biophysical profile ultrasound and the babies look good: moving, hearts beating, practicing breathing, with good fluid levels. And on Tuesday, my mom arrived to help out with Ken for the week – yay for Grandma! It has been going well, but I have barely left the house except for doctor appointments.

35.5 weeks - doctor appointment and hospital

On Thursday, July 13th, I had my weekly prenatal doctor appointment… and there was bad news. My blood pressure was up to 140/100. Eek. I made them take it many times just to be sure. Then my doctor had a hard time finding baby girl’s heartbeat, which scared me a little. Thankfully, my mom had come to the appointment with me because my doctor made me go get admitted at Labor & Delivery (in the same hospital as the doctor’s office) to be monitored. As soon as I got into the hospital bed with the monitors all on me, my blood pressure started to drop. I was slightly nervous that the babies might be coming very soon, but I was discharged within a few hours and told to monitor my blood pressure three times a day. Travis and Ken were out together at his work field day and were able to come pick us up from the hospital in the car.

discharged from the hospital

The end of this pregnancy has gotten very difficult. I can’t really even flip over in bed and I am so swollen that even my roomiest maternity clothes and maxi dresses are nearly not fitting. My mom thought the blood pressure scare was a sign that I was in early labor, but she and my grandmother both went full term with their twins, so it is hard to know when they might arrive… we’ll just have to wait and see…

36 weeks

To be continued…


Read more of my Twin Pregnancy Log:

My first trimester
Weeks 15 – 20
Weeks 21 – 28
and Weeks 29 – 32

Twin Pregnancy Log – Weeks 29 through 32

Week 29: I am feeling very happy and fortunate. I had a really good ultrasound on Friday, May 26th, to check on the twins’ growth. They are doing wonderfully! Boy is about 3 lb 3 oz, and girl is 2 lb 14 oz. Big and thriving by all accounts! I am very thankful. Both babies have also now rotated into a head down position, which I think I am even more happy about. I was worrying (somewhat irrationally) that they would stay transverse forever. Head down means that I am still a great candidate for a vaginal birth, which is what I am hoping for. (But also realizing that anything can happen with a twin birth, so I am staying open minded.) I celebrated by getting some fried chicken for lunch! I have been craving fried chicken all pregnancy but tried to stay away… it hit the spot. The babies DO need a lot of fat and protein at this point!

Week 30: Our new home is starting to come together. Travis spent his Memorial Day weekend hanging curtains, shelves, art, and mirrors, but we still have a lot to do. We have an obscene number of framed photos to hang! I am definitely nesting at this point, which makes me feel more stressed than necessary over all the things we still need to hang, organize, buy, and wash before the twins get here. But all we can do is our best.

That is me and the twins that you see in the mirror below at almost 30 weeks pregnant…

The belly is unbelievable! It is sticking out like a shelf now. Up until now I could sort of wear some of my roomier regular clothes, but that is no longer possible. Only maternity clothes work now. And I only have a few pieces — two dresses, some black tights, one pair of jeans, one pair of shorts, and a few t-shirts and tanks — but I am just going to stick it out and keep them in heavy rotation. I don’t want to buy any new maternity stuff at this point.

Before hitting 30 weeks, I felt like a relatively “cute” pregnant lady with a baby bump… now, I am just huge. People look at me in shock. I was feeling embarrassed about it all — having your personal, physical business out there for all to see and judge — but now that I am getting closer to the end, I am feeling a little more ok with being the obviously pregnant lady. I probably won’t ever be pregnant again, so even though it is tough, I am also trying to enjoy/absorb/appreciate the experience.

We’ve had some visitors over the past few weeks. Grandpa (Ken’s grandpa, my dad) was here two weeks ago and my brother Seth and his new wife, Celestine, are in town this week. I was a little worried about having people stay in a house we haven’t quite set up fully yet, but it has all gone smoothly. It has been especially nice to have a few extra people around to play with Kenneth. I can’t do as much sight seeing as I would like, but I did manage to do the Brooklyn Bridge on Saturday. (At exactly 30 weeks pregnant!)

Week 31: Some venting: I’m almost 31 weeks pregnant with twins and it is getting REAL. I know I’ve already talked about this pregnancy being harder than my singleton, but I’ve just got to vent a bit more… Previously, this pregnancy has been harder in comparison, but still manageable in a being-able-to-function-day-to-day way. This week it has hit the unmanageable stage. I am maybe a pound or two away from hitting my max weight from my pregnancy with Kenneth. My belly is definitely bigger. I physically cannot bend over or twist my body. And not in some cute “I can’t tie my shoes” pregnant lady way. Like, it is physically impossible to reach the ground or lean forward very far. Heartburn is back with a vengeance. I wake up every hour to pee. My brain is seriously not working it’s best. And I am nearly always out of breath. I think I might be at about 25% capacity for what I can accomplish each day, which frustrates me to no end. It is all really making me think hard about the privilege that able-bodied folks have and how I should never take it for granted.

Now, of course, I know that technically my body is doing great. It is just in the process of making two more bodies… but it is difficult for me as a normally active person to be so restricted. The babies are moving around a ton and by all measures are thriving, so I am very very grateful for that. Worrying about whether your kids are healthy is the scariest, hardest part of pregnancy, so I know that all these other complaints and discomforts are pretty inconsequential.

But you guys, I still have TWO MONTHS until my due date! I think this twin pregnancy already qualifies as the hardest thing I’ve ever done… and I have a feeling it is just getting started… but I do get to eat a lot of ice cream!

My sister-in-law Chelsea was visiting this week and she was a HUGE help. She played with Ken a ton and even helped me do stuff around the house. We didn’t do much sight seeing, but did take the new Bay Ridge ferry to Ikea on Sunday in the heat. I did ok, but at one point I turned around in the store and people’s jaws dropped in shock at my belly. I totally understand. The belly is pretty shocking. Walking is getting tough. And my hands and feet are a little swollen, especially after being in the heat. (I have only been wearing Birkenstocks sandals, but my swollen feet are even busting out of those!) But otherwise, feeling pretty good and happy.

Week 32: Oh boy. Life with my giant belly is getting hard. My sleep is really suffering now, which makes it hard for me to be productive during the day. I am really worried about being a bad mom to Kenneth. We used to do everything together and now I can’t really get on the ground or run around playing with him. I know he and I aren’t going to have as much one-on-one time once the babies arrive and it is breaking my heart.

Thankfully, we have had a lot of family visiting who have played with Ken a lot. He had a blast with Aunt Chelsea. It was a huge help to me.

I’m still having swelling in my hands and feet. It is only mildly uncomfortable, but I don’t want it to get worse. My hands also go numb easily when my arms are bent while sleeping and even during the day. Oh and I also have sore joints! Eek. All of it combined has made it hard for me to grip things, like my tooth brush. I think it is similar to carpel tunnel, but I don’t know for sure.

My pregnancy limitations often cause my thoughts to wander to how much my mobility is going to decrease as I age… I hope this isn’t the beginning of the inevitable decline… but I had a prenatal check up appointment on Wednesday, June 14th, and the nurse practitioner was not concerned. I had joint issues with Ken’s pregnancy, too, and they resolved. The symptoms are just more intense with twins due to extra hormones, weight, blood volume, etc. I am trying to rest more, but it is hard to not get much done each day.

I also had another quick ultrasound on Wednesday. Both babies are still head down and are looking great! (Although, they are so big now that it is hard to get fantastic ultrasound pics.) I didn’t get an official growth estimate, but they are probably around 4 lbs each now. Strong heartbeats and lots of movement. Their movements are intense now. Not huge, but they put a lot of pressure on my internal organs (like bladder, intestines, stomach, lungs) and on my belly. Oof.

You can see the babies moving around a bit in this video:

My belly feels so stretched out! Sometimes it is painful. I got a few stretch marks on one side of my belly at the end of my first pregnancy… and those are definitely back and larger, plus more on the other side of my belly, and some really gnarly ones around my belly button. (I would totally post a photo of them, but don’t want to disturb more people than I already have. ha!) I’m not as stressed about them as I was the first time around, but it is hard not to wonder how destroyed my body will be after all of this… it’s not like I need to worry about being a super model post-pregnancy, but I don’t want to give up completely on my fitness and self confidence. I’m feeling really bloated and flabby. I’ve already gained 30 pounds, which is on target, but still feels incredibly daunting. I’m trying to keep things in perspective and not hate on my appearance too much… But I’m officially larger than my previous pregnancy now, so we are in uncharted territory!

The super good news is that 32 weeks marks a huge viability milestone! The babies can basically be born at any point now and have a great chance of being healthy. I think I will probably deliver at 36 or 37 weeks, but we’ll see… It is sort of nerve-wracking to officially be on “labor watch” now!

Travis (and Ken!) helped set up the new crib and a new dresser for the twins this week. We are also working on setting up two bassinets that we have borrowed from friends, and we are going to order a new stroller and car seat asap. Plus, we are working on buying a new car! eek. I still need to wash a lot of baby clothes and put up some of my “nursery” decor… even though the nursery is basically just the corner of our room for now. I guess I also really need to get my hospital bag ready!! It does feel good to be getting things ready for the twins’ arrival… I just hope we will be all ready in time!

Twin Pregnancy Log – Weeks 21 through 28

Week 21: I had my second anatomy ultrasound on March 28th, 2017. It took over 90 minutes! They checked all of the babies’ systems and bones. The ultrasound tech kept saying how beautiful they are, so I took that as a really good sign. The boy is approximately 14 ounces, and the girl is about 12 ounces. They are slightly big for their “age,” so they are growing just fine! The boy is head-down closer to the exit and the girl is a little higher up on my right, but they are still moving around a lot. My vitals are also very good — whew — but the weight gain has taken off. I am gaining about 1.5 pounds per week now, which is good and normal, but gah! I am going to gain a lot. The doctor said it is fine if I gain 60 pounds!! I am aiming for 40. (I’ve already gained about 10.) The doctor also said I really need to take it more easy and not worry about exercising. She was concerned with my uterine cramping and the tendency for twins to cause pre-term labor. She said I should try to NOT pick up Ken anymore, which will be hard. But if I don’t take care of myself, I could be put on bed rest!!

I can feel the babies’ movements really well now, which is mostly fun. There are still tougher days and easier days, but I’ve actually gotten some good sleep lately. And I’ve had a few days straight of NO HEARTBURN, so that is exciting! On the advice of a pregnant friend, I got some doTERRA DigestZen oil and I think it actually works to prevent heartburn. I need to keep testing it, but right now, I’d recommend it!

Week 22: I definitely have good days and bad days at this point. Sometimes I am up to tackling most of my usual activity — housework, walking all of Brooklyn, carrying Ken up the stairs, etc — but there are other times when I get out of breath just standing up. I’ve also had a few days of some cramping and pelvic pressure, so I have been trying not to push myself too hard. We had a really busy weekend with lots of fun with friends and I felt pretty good, so that is encouraging!

Week 23: This has been a pretty good week. My belly is definitely growing (and itching! I need to get some belly oil. Or just use all of the coconut oil I have on hand!) and the babies are moving around a lot! I had a quick ultrasound on Thursday and my cervix looks good. I had been worried because of my previous uterine cramping, but things seem to be progressing smoothly. The babies have moved positions slightly. The boy is still on the bottom, but he is slightly breech now, and the girl is laying transverse on the top with her back facing out. Neither would really cooperate for any good photos.

Week 24: I made it to the viability milestone! Hooray! That basically means that if the twins were born today (at 24 weeks), they would most likely survive. But of course, we want them to stay in for as long as possible. The doctors have just been very serious about pre-term labor, so it feels good to have at least made it this far.

I was really strict when I was pregnant with Kenneth and tried not to touch any type of caffeine. This time around I have been a little more lenient with tea and decaf coffee… but it isn’t worth it! It gives me so much heartburn! Especially anything from Starbucks. So, I am rededicating myself to abstaining as much as possible. It is hard. I have also been avoiding a lot of different foods (salads, deli meat, cold sandwiches, etc) because I am really scared of getting food poisoning ever since we caught those two big stomach bugs over the winter. It is a little irrational, but I just don’t want to get sick again. Barfing while pregnant is not fun. I am worried that my nutrition is not quite as stellar this time around.

Week 25: This pregnancy is getting hard! I know I have said that before and I know that it is only going to get harder, but man, it is starting to really affect my day to day life. I have some back pain and lots of heart burn. I pee all the time and don’t sleep great. Everything makes me out of breath, like standing, walking up hill, blow drying my hair, etc. And I have so much nasal congestion, which you would think would be the least of my problems, but only breathing out of your mouth for months at a time gets really gross and uncomfortable.

Want more unsolicited ranting?? Daily tasks (like picking ken up at school, shopping, walking up stairs) are getting very difficult and it feels like no one outside of myself has any concept of how difficult. I walk down the street with a giant belly, a 33 pound toddler in a stroller, a diaper bag, and bags of groceries, and there is like only a 25% chance that people will even move out of the way on the sidewalk ramps. I really feel like the attitude in NYC is that if you choose to have kids, you have to deal with it 100% your self. No mercy for the weak. I am a very independent person who is up for the task… but would it hurt the single young men without even a messenger bag to weigh them down to maybe let me have the right of way on the sidewalk ramp?!

Now, of course, there are always some very nice people out there holding doors and being patient with Ken. And certainly, I don’t know what is happening in the lives of those single guys, so I shouldn’t really judge their behavior. And my pregnancy is progressing so well and I know that is an extreme blessing. But PREGNANCY IS HARD. Not to mention twin pregnancy while wrangling a toddler. And did I mention Travis was out of town for three days this week? And I have no family support in town? And we are MOVING on Saturday? And child care costs anywhere from $15 to $100 an hour? I guess I am just feeling like no one is acknowledging how hard it is to grow, birth, and raise babies full-time… but isn’t that the unending, unheard complaint of women since the beginning of time?? My only choice is to suck it up and keep working. No one is coming to save me.

My weight is really spiking. It feels like my belly (and boobs) got considerably larger this week. But I am also afraid the rest of my body is getting fat. My weight gain is a month ahead of what it was during the last pregnancy and I think my belly is as big as it was right before Ken was born! Even if the rest of my body isn’t necessarily larger at this point, my body fat percentage is definitely higher. Which is very normal for pregnancy, but I just hate thinking about all the work it will take to get back in shape. Ugh. I am so worn out all of the time these days that even light exercise feels ridiculous. I did some squats and I nearly passed out.

I had an ultrasound and doctors appointment on Friday, April 28th. All looks good and the babies are laying transverse with their heads on the left. We were able to get a pretty cute 3D photo of baby girl, but baby boy wouldn’t quite cooperate. Baby boy weighs and estimated 1 lb 12 oz (64% percentile) and baby girl weighs 1 lb 8 oz (21% percentile). It is always fun to see them and be reassured that they are doing just fine in there.

Week 26: This was a tough week. We moved into our new (rental) house last weekend but didn’t have gas service all week. Which meant no cooking and no warm water. I had to go back to the doctor on Thursday for the second gestational diabetes glucose test. Bummer. (And I seriously almost passed out after the test while trying to do some shopping in the city. Turns out you need more than some almonds and water to eat after fasting for 18 hours and having four blood draws!) Then yesterday our basement flooded. Not great. All of it has set back our unpacking, so we are still living out of boxes and spending way too much on take out food. When I get stressed and tired my emotions sort of just settle on self-pity… so it hasn’t been easy to “cherish every moment” of this pregnancy lately… BUT the good news is the gas got turned back on tonight and I took my first real shower in a week!! So things are looking up!

Week 27: This week marks the end of the second trimester. (Or maybe next week? Depending on which pregnancy calendar you follow.) It is kind of mind blowing, but I also can’t believe I have so many weeks left. At this time during my first pregnancy I was still running! That seems completely inconceivable at this point in this twin pregnancy. My belly is huge. I think just as big as just before I delivered Ken. Stretch marks are starting to show up. Ugh. The good news is that I passed the second gestational diabetes test with totally normal numbers. Whew. Thank goodness because I am really craving a lot of sweets. Also trying my best to eat a lot of protein and fruits and veggies, don’t worry.

We have settled into the new house a bit more, which feels great. but we still have a lot of organizing to do. Of course, I want everything to be as ready and clean and organized as possible before the twins arrive…. but there is so much to do! And so many more things to buy! Ugh. Dressers, strollers, car seats, and oh ya, maybe a car?! We need to stay on task!

Week 28: Happy/scared to be officially into my third trimester. My body is definitely showing it! I had an ultrasound and doctors appointment on Tuesday, May 16th. The babies look “beautiful” as the techs and doctors keep saying (but we didn’t really get any good ultrasound pictures) and all my stats are looking good, too.

The girl is still positioned on top and the boy on the bottom. They are still transverse, but they flipped sides and now have their heads on my right. I am slightly nervous about them getting into birthing position (head down) but they are moving around a ton (sometimes it is pretty uncomfortable) and they still have lots of time to get ready. I am very thankful that this is basically turning out to be an optimal twin pregnancy, but man, it is getting REAL! The doctor measured my belly and it is just as large as a 39 week belly for a singleton pregnancy. And I have at least two more months to get so much bigger! I really can’t wrap my head around it. I already feel gigantic. They doctor is totally happy with my weight gain — I’ve gained about 22 pounds. Not bad really, but I also started a little heavier than I’d like. I’m probably going to gain 20 more pounds before this is all over. I am trying to be ok with it… but my rear end is getting fat! ugh.

I finished up week 28 by attending the wedding of our dear friends, Joel and Amanda. (Grandpa was in town for a half marathon and generously babysat Kenneth. Hooray!) It was a beautiful, fun event and it made me really happy to have such good and supportive friends. And I am glad that I am still somewhat capable of socializing late into the night… but oof, I was so sore just from standing for a few hours. There is a lot of pressure on my hips, pelvic floor, legs, feet, etc. I want to keep pushing myself to do as much as I can during this pregnancy, but it is getting more uncomfortable. And oh right, the doctor says I need to rest more, not pick up Ken, not worry about exercising, and even cut out too much walking. Oops. I am not good at any of those things.

Anyway, I am scared about what will happen to my body, but I also know that being pregnant with twins is a really unique experience that not many get to go through. I am trying to take it all in. Like a lot of things in life (like raising children?) I think the experience, despite its amazing parts, is just difficult enough to not really make you want to do it all again… but I also know we will look back on this as one of the most magical, wild, fun times of our lives. It is strange and wonderful how life works out. We couldn’t have planned it this way even if we had tried, but we are up for the adventure!

Twin Pregnancy Log – Weeks 15 through 20

Week 15: I started off my second trimester a little sick after a fun-filled trip to DisneyWorld with our sweet first-born. Being sick and pregnant is not fun. I hope this is my last illness for the duration, because it will only get harder! I feel like my baby bump became real this week. My normal jeans felt too tight last week, so I finally just broke out my maternity jeans. They are still too big, but I wanted to be comfortable. I already feel huge after eating meals, but I know that this is just the very beginning. I still haven’t really gained weight, but I think it will be coming soon. I have been drinking bone broth and trying to avoid too much sugar. I don’t have a lot of cravings, but fried chicken still sounds good. The nausea is pretty much gone, but I am getting heartburn a lot more frequently… which I know will just get worse. Overall, being pregnant with twins is difficult — I feel out of breath nearly all the time — but I know that I am still in the easy part.

Week 16: This week started off with really bad headaches and a lingering cold. I got a little worried. But I started feeling much better throughout the week. We also had awesome weather in Brooklyn, which helped. My baby bump is definitely showing now. I can still wear many of my normal pants, but I can’t really suck in my stomach and hide it these days. My appetite seems to have picked up a bit, but I still get full easily and have heartburn off and on.

Week 17: I started gaining weight this week. Ugh. I know that I have to gain 1-2 pounds a week, but I am still pretty stressed about how huge I am going to get.

February 28th, 2017: I had my first anatomy ultrasound today… and one of the babies is a girl!! I am so excited and happy. I really thought I would have all boys, so this is a really fun surprise. Perfect.

Week 18: Heartburn, nasal congestion, and a frequent need to pee are daily symptoms. I get up to pee most during most nights and it is daunting to think that I won’t have a full, uninterrupted night of sleep for a long time. I overdid it a few days this week walking all over Brooklyn. It takes me longer to recover from tiring days. And I’ve had some uterine cramping this week, which is slightly worrisome. But overall, I know I am doing well and feeling relatively good. My belly is definitely big and bold. I am wearing mostly maternity pants at this point. I am pretty freaked out about how big I’m going to get… I have a long way to go…

Week 19: I had a check up ultrasound on Thursday, March 17th, 2017, and all looks good. They were mostly checking out my cervix, but I got to see the babies, too. Two strong heartbeats, all the organs, and two very distinct genders! The twins are moving into positions more parallel to my body and are side by side, boy on my left, girl on my right. I’m feeling extremely fortunate, but also always slightly nervous about them coming too early. And also always terrified about how big I’m going to get!

I’ve been feeling indistinct “activity” from the twins for a couple weeks, but this week it has become a little more recognizable. I can’t really pinpoint which baby is moving or what they are doing, but there are definitely two different sides of movement. It is crazy to see them wiggling about on the ultrasound, happy to each be doing their thing.

Week 20: It feels good to be at the half way point of this pregnancy… but it is daunting to think I have 4-5 months left to get bigger and bigger!! Two babies definitely take up more space than one! I’ve been able to feel the twins moving around a lot and am overall feeling pretty good… except for, you know, constant heart burn, shortness of breath, muscle craps, and nasal congestion. Honestly, I am feeling really fine and I know that I am extremely fortunate to be progressing through this pregnancy healthily, so I don’t have any serious complaints…. only non-serious ones. Ha. In the mornings, when the babies are all tucked in and inactive, I feel great. Pregnancy is no big deal! But by the end of the day, when I have food in my system (and therefore heartburn), I’m sore and exhausted from too much walking and too many stairs, and the babies are all stretched out and pushing on everything, it all feels a lot more difficult. I really can’t believe I am only half way through this! But I try to keep in mind that it is not every day that a person is pregnant with twins, and it is a grand adventure! So, I’ll just try to appreciate the experience. It must be hormonal, but I have been really in love with Kenneth and Travis and even Crusher these days. I am just feeling so grateful for our little family and excited to be doing this all with them.

Twin Pregnancy Log – the first trimester

Wow! So by now you already know that Travis and I are expecting twins this summer. A major surprise! I didn’t keep as detailed a log as I did during my first pregnancy, but I wanted to publish some of my thoughts as a record of how we got here…

In the beginning… I ran the NYC Marathon with my dad on November 6th — fun! — and for TMI, I also happened to be on my period that weekend. My last period for a while, it turns out. Travis and I had already planned to start trying to expand our family after I finished the marathon, we just really didn’t expect it to all happen so fast. We were pregnant two weeks later!

Weeks 3-4: I really wasn’t expecting it, but in the week before I was supposed to have my next period I experienced three things that hadn’t happened since I was pregnant with Ken: 1. I had bad heartburn, 2. I had cramping in my lower ab muscles, 3. Crusher started sleeping with me in bed right by my belly every night. I thought, “hmm, that is weird, but even if I WAS pregnant, there is no way I would already have symptoms. It is too early.” (It was technically only week 3 at this point.) But I took the pregnancy test on December 2nd (a day before my expected period) and it was positive! Very exciting, but pretty baffling that it happened in basically one try!

Sidenote: I was trying to get into a new OB/Gyn practice (Downtown Women) and had made an appointment in early November. But the appointment was cancelled by their office and rescheduled twice. By the time I was rescheduling it the final time, I was pregnant… and THEY DON”T TAKE NEW PREGNANT CLIENTS! So… I am once again at NYU Langone OB/Gyn, and I actually couldn’t be happier. I really like Dr. Fanti and Dr. Conroy and have had a really positive experience at all of my visits so far. I just wish the hospital and offices were a little closer to home…

Weeks 5-9: Because of the holidays, I wasn’t able to schedule my first doctor appointment until January 11th. I didn’t want to let anyone (other than Travis) know about the pregnancy until after it was checked out — I am a little bit cautious/superstitious about that kind of thing — but I slipped and told a few close mom friends in December (only because they knew that we were trying). I felt really fatigued and nauseous in December, but it hit me hardest while we were in Kansas City visiting family for Christmas. Weeks 7 & 8 were brutal. I was so tired and really nauseous all the time. This pregnancy felt a lot harder than Ken’s, but it is difficult to tell how much is just in your head. BUT, I am trying to trust myself more and remind myself that I am objectively NOT a wimpy person and if something feels really tough, it probably is. So, I really did have a feeling that this pregnancy was different, and I was actively worried that it might be twins. This is a photo of me partying on New Year’s Eve…

We hadn’t planned to tell our families about the pregnancy over the holidays, but it couldn’t exactly be avoided. Many people noticed that I wasn’t running or drinking coffee or alcohol, and then my sweet in-laws gifted us a summer vacation for Christmas… and we had to let them know that I might not be able to travel. Everyone was excited, but I think also a little overwhelmed since there was already so much excitement happening over the holidays. Oh, and our whole family got a terrible stomach bug at the end of our trip and were barfing and super sick the first week we were back in Brooklyn in January. Not good. I was worried about the pregnancy when I was barfing and barfing, but it seemed unaffected.

Weeks 10 – 13: I already said it, but this pregnancy has just been HARD. I am out of breath basically whenever I do any activity. I ran a few times early on in the pregnancy, but by week 10 it just didn’t feel worth it to waste my energy. I have to save it to carry Ken up all the stairs to our apartment! I regret that I have not exercised much during this pregnancy at all, but I am staying active and walking a lot, chasing Ken around, plus trying to do some random strength exercises here and there. In addition to breathlessness, I also have a lot of nasal congestion and tons of heartburn. Ugh.

On January 11th, 2017 (during week 10), I had my first ultrasound and doctor’s appointment. Travis didn’t come because he was watching Ken, but I wish he could have been there. As soon as the tech put in the internal ultrasound wand, she said, “IT’S TWINS!” It was a fun/shocking/happy moment that I hope I always remember. I think I said something like, “Thank goodness I’m not crazy!” I just had a feeling it was twins all along. But it was still a mind-blowing moment to have it confirmed. (I should note here that my mom and my paternal grandmother also had fraternal twins, so it was on my radar.)

The day after we found out that we were having twins, we left for Bermuda! We had planned the trip over six months prior so that Travis could run the Bermuda Triangle Challenge. I ran/walked the 10k with him. It went really well, but I didn’t feel like pushing my body too hard. The trip was a lot of fun and felt like a mini babymoon. And the next weekend (Week 11) I went to DC with my friend Jessica for the Women’s March. It was another successful trip and I was able to walk many miles without much fatigue.

I had a second ultrasound and a meeting with a high risk doctor on January 31st (during week 13). The babies both looked great — moving around like crazy! — and I also checked out all good. I started this pregnancy 2-3 lbs heavier than my previous pregnancy, which of course irked me, but I guess it isn’t too bad. I lost a few lbs in the first trimester, but basically stayed pretty steady and was still wearing all normal pants and clothes at this point. The doctor emphasized how much more of a metabolic load growing two humans is and stressed that I may have trouble eating enough calories each day. (Up to 700 extra calories a day!) I scoffed. Eating enough is never my problem! But… with all the heartburn, fullness, and fatigue, it may actually get more difficult…

We ended week 13 by signing a lease on a new rental house in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. When we learned we were having twins we just knew we had to leave our fourth-floor walk-up apartment. The small size could be doable, but it is just too hard to climb the stairs while pregnant, not to mention with three kids! Despite being farther from the city, the house should be very nice (with a garage, yard, and basement!) but there have been a few delays with our move-in date. We hope to be in it by the end of April.

Week 14: When we found out we were pregnant, Travis and I couldn’t resist booking a trip to Disney World with Kenneth! We wanted to really spoil him and celebrate him for his second birthday before his siblings arrive. We had a wonderful trip with him! It was so fun to spend four days straight as a family, just making sure he was having a blast. I was feeling a little better nausea-wise at this point, so the trip was actually pretty easy. BUT it also seemed to be the week when my belly started to pop out. I had brought all normal pants and shorts and they were feeling tight! By the last day, I had to resort to stretchy pants! (Seen below.)

So… we are on our way to becoming a family of five! (Six if you don’t forget Crusher.) We are really excited and a little terrified. But mostly I feel very grateful that everything has gone smoothly so far. I am constantly aware that pre-term labor or other complications are more likely with multiples, so I am trying to be mindful about taking it easy and listening to my body. I will keep you updated on my progress in future logs… stay tuned!


Kenneth has a super big announcement….

He is going to be a BIG BROTHER! ……times TWO!

I am pregnant with twins!! It just might be the biggest surprise of our life. And we just found out at the ultrasound yesterday that we are having a boy and a girl! The babies are due in early August.

We are really happy and excited… and overwhelmed. This weekend we are moving to a bigger house in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. It has all been a whirlwind, but Kenneth is taking it in stride. We know he is going to be a wonderful big brother.

Kenneth at TWO YEARS!

On January 8th, Kenneth turned TWO!! Two years with my sweet, funny, active baby boy. It is hard to imagine how we got here so quickly! It has all been a whirlwind of playgrounds, pizza, and Buzz Lightyear!

Fun facts about Kenneth at two:

  • At his 2-year doctor’s appointment, Ken weighed 30 lbs and 9 oz. He was 37.25 inches tall! Very tall. He was a real champ and took his shots and finger prick without any tears. He actually likes going to the doctor and is really cooperative. Such a good boy!
  • He is learning all sorts of new words every day! His pronunciation is getting better and he uses quite a few multiple word phrases.
  • He can recognize and say all the letters of the alphabet, most colors, numbers 1-5, and most animals and animal sounds. The letters F and H are hard for him to say, but he is getting better and better.
  • He loves it when we sing him lullabies before bed. He prefers them to books, but we try to do both. He requests the songs by name: like “Rock Baby,” “Row Boat,” and “E-I-E-I-O.”
  • He is loving school. He goes twice a week for three hours at a time. He has a best friend named Jack in his class.
  • His favorite foods are cheesy pasta, chocolate milk, juice, bacon, hot dogs, and lollipops. So healthy! But he will eat a lot of fruit, eggs, yogurt, some cooked beans and veggies, chicken, and cereal. He has been talking a lot about “tacos” lately, but I don’t think he’s ever actually eaten an assembled taco… hmmm.
  • He loves to JUMP on, off, and over everything!! I think he is pretty good at it. Ha.

Instead of having a party for his second birthday, we decided to take Kenneth to DisneyWorld. We just couldn’t resist spoiling our only sweet baby! We all had a really great time. Travis and I loved spending all day, every day with him. He loved the rides, the characters, and all the new toys he brought home. He especially loved meeting Buzz Lightyear and riding the Buzz Lightyear ride. Forcing a toddler to nap each day in the middle of the Disney excitement was the hardest part, and we all got a sore throat/cold by the last day, but overall, it was a magical trip.

It is so fun to have a little son. It is a privilege to get to watch him grow up and learn new things everyday. My wish for him is that he continues to have a happy, healthy, safe, challenging, rewarding life full of love. I will do everything in my power to make that possible… including buying waaaay too many Buzz Lightyear toys.

Women’s March on Washington

Today I am sad. But tomorrow I take action! I will be traveling to Washington DC for the Women’s March.

For me, the march is not anti-Trump or anti-anything. It is pro-women, pro-human rights, and pro-diversity. I am excited to stand up for my values and have my voice “on record” for all to see. This is the sign I will be carrying.

Will you be marching tomorrow?

one little word 2017

Well… Happy New Year! Gosh, the end of 2016 was a real doozy. Of course, I voted for Hillary Clinton in November, and as we all know, someone shockingly unqualified and extremely offensive is our president instead. I am scared. But that brings me to my word for 2017:


Instead of setting New Year’s resolutions, I pick a word to focus on for each new year. It gives me focus and a broad goal to set my sights on. In 2017, I am going to try to live with courage. It means facing challenges with calm determination. Not giving into despair. Keeping the hope alive that good will prevail. It definitely applies to our political climate — I hope to be much more politically active and engaged this year — but it also applies to my personal life. Travis and I have some big decisions to make this year and some big adventures to tackle. It will probably include a move… and I already know it includes big surprises. I will try to approach it all with courage.

When I find myself in a doubting place, wondering if I can handle it all, I have a new defiant mantra: “You have no idea how strong I am!”


My past words:

2016: balance
2015: love
2014: optimism
2013: sweetness
2012: explore
2011: peace
2010: wonder
2009: busy
2008: hope

What is your one little word for 2017?