There, I said it.
I know that where I live, in February, snow is not uncommon. In fact, most of the time I roll my eyes at people who complain about it. Let's face it, it's part of our climate.
But 26" in less than 7 days? Ridiculous.
Fortunately, we escaped the worst part last weekend. M., Miss O., and I headed on down to Richmond, Virginia to visit some family on Thursday night. We had a very relaxing weekend, where I didn't have to cook a meal, and enjoyed talking, reading, and even snuck a nap in.
On Sunday, after a LONG drive back up North....we arrived to find about 19" of snow on the ground. Our great neighbors plowed our driveway, thank goodness, but didn't notice that the snow had drifted up the 4 feet of stairs to our front porch. M. had to borrow a shovel to dig our way to the front door.
Monday morning brought sun, but cold temps as we headed out to my 16 week appointment. Miss O. got to tag along, as her school was on a 2 hour delay. It started innocently enough, with getting weighed and answering the nurses questions. Then she pulled out the Doppler, to find the babies heartbeats. For the next 5 minutes, she kept trying to find a heartbeat. I could see M. out of the corner of my eye, shaking his head like everything was fine....he totally thought the slow swoosh of my heartbeat was the babies. I tried not to panic, as the nurse gave up and announced that the doctor would find them.
Over the 10 minutes, as I waited for the doc to come through the door, I desperately tried not to think the worst or cry. All I could think was that Miss O. was in the room and this was going to be really hard to explain. Finally the door opened and the nurse practitioner walked in, explained that the doctor was on a delivery and grabbed the Doppler. She managed to find one heartbeat, maybe because she was willing to leave my lower abdomen, unlike the nurse who stayed down by my pelvic bone the whole time. At this point, I started to cry....I couldn't hold it in anymore. The nurse practitioner said, "Don't worry, we'll just have an ultrasound and everything will be fine!" I don't know how I didn't snap back at her, because at this point I was sure that something horrible had happened in my uterus over the last 4 weeks.
Off to the ultrasound room we went, where the 2 little troublemakers were dancing around, stacked just like they were on a bunk bed. Baby B was on top with Baby A hanging out just below him. I can not put into words the relief I felt watching them move around, and hearing their heartbeats. They are very high in my uterus, just to the right of my belly button...everything measured perfectly and Miss O. claims one of them was playing "peek-a-boo" with her. The tech tried to see the sexes of the babies, but they were stubborn and wouldn't uncross their legs.
Next appointment is scheduled for March 8th and we'll have the big anatomy scan then....I can't wait to see what's baking in there.
So, how was your weekend? Anything eventful happen?
Have you dug out of your home yet?