I worked from home a lot this weekend so I wouldn't be completely buried this week. And I worked form home last night aftere a full day until my eyes were crossing and I decided the line speed wasn't worth it. And this morning when I was lying in bed having imaginary conversations with our IT Director in my head, I decided to get up and go ahead and go into work. So, I got there at 6:30 (normal arrival time for me is 8ish). I got so much done in the two hours before my 8:30 IT meeting that I had been trying to get out of in my imaginary conversation!!! I don't know what I would have done without that time. So, by the time I needed to leave for my 10:00 OB appointment, I was ready to leave for the day, had everything done on my list.
OB appointment was quick and painless. We listened to their hearts on the doppler. Awesome. Always hold my breath waiting for those. We decided NOT to have any genetic testing, which was a relief. I think I was more stressed about being forced to make some sort of decision about amnio, or reduction, or something awful like that if we had a result we didn't want. So, we're going to pretend like we're normal, healthy people, not infertile people, and we're just going to wing it, genetically. Dr. C was perfectly fine with our decision, and assured me that most things could be detected in a sonogram anyway. I go back in three weeks, on November 12th.
After more time at work, an errand, and a quick lunch of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, I headed to the sonogram place. They did not htink it was funny when I suggested they might roll the thing over my tummy. And they did not share any information about my thyroid, other than the fact that I gathered its quite large. So, I will await my appt with my GP next week to find out whether or not I should be worried. I'm assuming they're going to refer me to a new endrocrinologist - this time a thyroid specialist. How many hormone docs does one girl need?
Also, I think my belly is growing at an obnoxious rate. My OB pointed out to his resident today how large I was for 14 weeks. Which did not offend me, because I knew right away I knew he meant because its twins, not because I'm a cow. When I woke up this morning, I felt strains in my lower abdomen, intermittent, on both sides. I was worried it was cramping, but after the heartbeats, I determined it must be round ligament pain. I might have to invest in that darn belly bra after all.