Friday, March 30, 2012

Longing for Heaven

There aren't many changes to report. I'm still in L & D getting magnesium sulfate through a PICC line. We are trying to keep the contractions at bay and buy some time. My doctors say we are in uncharted waters and the best things we can do are wait and pray.

Since Catherine was born we've had daily sonograms to check the other babies. I wasn't prepared for how hard it would be to see just three babies on the screen. I didn't know who was who because everyone's positions were always determined by Cate. We are thankful that our other three daughters have looked great on each scan.

Many of you know from reading my blog that my mom has Alzheimer's Disease. I learned last night that she has stopped swallowing and was moved to hospice. She is resting comfortably and the doctor says she will go soon.

I feel like I'm living my worst nightmare. I told Reid today that all I want to do is curl up on our bed at home cry for hours. I want to mourn my mom and Cate, but I also want to stay strong for Madelyn, Mary Grace, and Olivia. My doctors and nurses know our situation and have stressed how important it is that I remain calm. So, right now that's my priority.

The thought that brings me the most comfort is that, though my mom is about to meet Jesus and be made whole again, she's also going to meet our perfect Cate.

I'm so excited to see what God has in store for our lives and for our three precious girls. But, tonight I understand more deeply than ever that this world is not our Home.

2 Corinthians 4:16-5:9

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Our Cate

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

Yesterday morning, March 28, 2012, I delivered our sweet Catherine Della with Reid by my side. She weighed 1 pound, 1 ounce and was 12 inches long. She had my nose and her daddy's lips. We like to think she shared our brown eyes. She had the prettiest, long fingers and toes with tiny fingernails. There was even a little birthmark on top of her head. Our perfect little angel baby.

Reid and I spent some time with her in our room. We looked over her perfect little body in awe that, even if only for a little while, she was ours. We prayed over her, thanking God for graciously allowing us a glimpse of just how much He loves us. I miss her more than I even thought possible, but I have great comfort in knowing that we will see her again one day in Heaven.

I mentioned a while ago that the sonographer took 3D images of the girls at 18 weeks. I thought I'd share the picture of our beautiful Cate.

Thank you all for the many texts and emails you've sent over the past few days. The Lord is sustaining us through this and I know your prayers play a huge role in that. Please pray for continued safety for Mary Grace, Madelyn, and Olivia. And, pray that my body would remain free from any type of infection.

For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; It is I who say to you, "Fear not, I am the one who helps you." Isaiah 41:13

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Dear friends and family,

Reid and I learned this morning that our daughter Catherine Della Grandle, our sweet Baby A, went to heaven on Monday night.

As many of you know I was admitted to the hospital for long-term bed rest Friday afternoon (which was very much expected considering I'm measuring full-term). The weekend was fairly uneventful aside from round ligament pain and a few Braxton Hicks contractions, which are completely normal at this point in my pregnancy.

After a great appointment with the Maternal/Fetal Specialist and our OBGYN on Monday morning we were encouraged that things were going very well. In fact, that report was much better than the report we were given at our Friday appointment.

For reasons we'll never know, my water broke unexpectedly on Monday afternoon. I was immediately taken to Labor & Delivery by an incredible team of nurses. I was also very lucky that my doctor was in-house performing a C-section and was able to come see me immediately after.

I have been on magnesium sulfate to try to stop the contractions since last night. There are still many unknowns at this point. Babies B, C, and D look good, but there are still a lot of serious risks that could cause them to be born too early. The doctor said the best thing I can do for the babies right now is to stay calm. Reid and I are trying to take things hour by hour and not get too ahead of ourselves.

We are so blessed to be surrounded by our families and few close friends. We are praying for the continued good health and safety of our girls. We know and believe that He is good. Please pray we don't lose sight of that.

As you can imagine, its been a trying few days.  We appreciate your support but ask that, until things stabilize, you hold-off on calling, posting on Facebook, stopping by the hospital, etc. - though feel free to email or text.  Most of all, we appreciate your prayers for the safety of Mare and the girls.
Thank you all for your love and support,

Mare and Reid

Saturday, March 24, 2012

21 week appointment

We had our weekly appointment yesterday morning. My cervix didn't respond to the home bed rest last week so I'm all moved into the hospital and will be here until the babies are born. I'm not dialating or contracting, the doctor just wants me to be monitored daily and to be here in the event something does happen. There's still no reason to think we won't be able to make it to 28+ weeks, which is very reassuring! My nurse told me that ten years ago she had a patient of with quads who went on hospital bed rest at 18 weeks and didn't deliver until 32. That was really encouraging news!

The other encouraging news is that the babies are doing great! They are all measuring around 23w1d and I'm only 21w4d. Our doctor was astounded and said that it is rare for a singleton to measure so far ahead, much less quads! I'm so glad the babies are so healthy and that my issue is the only one we are dealing with!

While in the hospital I'll be seen by a resident at 6 a.m. every morning and after that the on call doctor from my practice will come make his rounds. I'll get sonograms twice a week from the maternal/fetal specialists. Every three weeks from here out they'll do the babies measurements. My vitals are taken every eight hours around the clock and I get to wear these neat pumping ankle circulation things 12 hours a day (note the sarcasm there).

I spent the past week preparing myself for the hospital. I just had this feeling that if there was any change my doctor wasn't going to mess around and let me stay at home another week. But, I've still been really sad. I started crying yesterday morning when the doctor said it was time for the hospital and finally pulled myself together by late afternoon. I know that this is what's best for the babies and it's not that I'm not happy to do whatever it takes to get them here safely. It just hit me yesterday morning when we went back home to pack my bags (and say bye to Samson) that the next time I go home I'll be a mom of four. And I'm beyond thrilled, but I think I was in complete denial the last few months that I'd really be in the hospital for two or more months. I told Reid today that it really is crazy to me that I've cried over bed rest MUCH more than I ever cried about having quads. ;)

Anyway, on the bright side there aren't visiting hours and kids are always welcome, too. Samson can come for a visit once I've been here a month (some kind of standard rule). I get to "order" what I want to eat everyday and they have a kids menu that includes fries and chicken strips. There's ice cream and sorbet at the nurses station - all I have to do is press a button and they'll bring me some. And, my incredible husband is working his tail off to make sure that I feel like this sterile hospital room is a real home away from home. He's been nothing less than amazing through this entire pregnancy. Our girls have an amazing Daddy and will know one day that he was just as responsible as I was for getting them here safely.

I also just want to thank all of our wonderful friends who helped make it possible for me to be at home last week - Erica, Lauren, Clara, Ryan, Caroline, Christen, and many others who offered to help in some way - thank you! And thank you to everyone for continued prayers. I really could not get through this without all of your encouragement and support!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Missing my buddy

I'm missing this little guy today. He's spending the week with his friends at Kinder Kritter. Cant wait until he's home tomorrow!

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Monday, March 19, 2012

21 weeks

This morning I came to the realization that strict bed rest is nature's way of making a mother of multiples really ready to handle the task of taking care of her babies. Yes, I was put on strict bed rest as of Friday morning. Day 4 of bed rest and I'm already seeing so many similarities between this and my first few months as a new mom of four.

- I can take one five minute shower a day. No time to blow dry my hair.
- I can only get up to go to the bathroom. But I must be quick!
- I depend on someone else to run all my errands and prepare my meals.
- I shop solely online. Amazon Prime is amazing!

New moms, I know you can relate. Really, the only thing that will be different is that my husband won't question what I'm doing every time I get up for a bathroom break... Or hopefully he won't. :)

We originally thought that strict bed rest wouldn't happen for a few more weeks. At my appointment on Friday we discovered that the weight of the babies is finally starting to take its toll on my body. The doctor has said all along that because we are asking so much of my cervix (sorry, but there's not a better way to explain it) I'd likely spend several months on bed rest. It was just a matter of when that would happen. And, considering that my body thinks I'm 36 weeks pregnant with one baby, everything that's happening is completely normal. The great news is that other than needing to be on bed rest everything else is going well. Our goal is still 30+ weeks and I think we can do it. What I do have to keep reminding myself of is that God is the only one who knows their birthday. His plan may be for them to come earlier than we hope. Ultimately, we are trusting His timing will be perfect.

I'm feeling about the same. Tired and pretty achy most days. A baby discovered my ribs this week which has been less than pleasant at times. I have been feeling all of the babies move and Reid was able to really feel them which was exciting. You can press on different areas of my stomach and feel where a baby is. That might be the weirdest thing that we've discovered so far!

Our doctor did give us the go-ahead to take some maternity pictures at home this weekend. Here's a sneak peak that our photographer, Andi Stubblefield, posted on Facebook. We are so excited to see the others!

The girls looked great at our appointment on Friday. The sonographer even asked if I'd been drinking more water this past week because the fluid around Baby D looked so much better. I hadn't done anything differently, but obviously God answered our prayers to keep her fluid levels safe. They didn't give us exact measurements of the girls this week, but we know they are getting bigger and bigger everyday! In the photos below A, B, & C are looking at you and D is snuggled face down. This was the first week that photogenic Baby C didn't show us her cute profile!

I didn't take a belly pic yesterday, but here's one from last Thursday at 20w4d.

Happy Monday!

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Life to Her Years

When we found out that Reid would be a dad to four little girls one of our good friends sent us a link to the sweetest website, Life to Her Years. The blog is written by a dad who posts a different "thought" for everyday. They are so sweet and its so neat how excited each one makes Reid. I think it made him realize just how special these daddy/daughter relationships will be! I was reading through some of them today and found this. Thought it was too precious not to share.

“A true father is always there. He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it. He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life. He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a workingwoman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all). He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad. But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back.” -Katie Schmarr

Monday, March 12, 2012

20 weeks

I feel like there have been lots of changes in the past month. Its so hard for me to believe that a month ago we were on vacation. You couldn't pay me to sit on a plane for that long now! As I've continued to grow its become a lot more difficult to get comfortable anywhere. Standing up actually feels best... Oh, the irony.

This past weekend we checked a few other big to-dos off our list. We ordered the gliders for the nursery and hired night nannies! I am so excited about the two ladies who are going to help us through the first few months that the babies are home. There have already been so many times through this journey that we've seen the Lord's provision play out perfectly. Finding these night nannies was just one more very tangible example of that provision. I'd be lying if I didn't tell you hiring a nanny was one of the weirdest and most surreal things I've done in a long time. It was bizarre to sit down and talk with someone about taking care of our little girls. All four of them! ;)

I'm gearing up for hospital bed rest. I know my days at home are numbered, and that much of the next three months will most likely be spent on strict bed rest. Hospital bed rest was one of my greatest fears very early on and I feel like now that its closer to happening I'm ready. I know its going to be hard to be away from home for so long, but its necessary in order to get our girls here safely. That makes all the "hard" stuff worth it.

I've been meaning to record some of my favorite foods and aversions for my memory. I crave ice cream 24/7. Strawberry is by far my favorite and I decided its best if its not kept at our house. Boundaries are good, right? I love cereal, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, grilled cheese and turkey, cheese and crackers, and lots of fruit. From the beginning I've preferred carbs over meat. However, the thought of pasta, or anything to do with pasta, makes me want to gag. I'd prefer not to eat than eat pasta and that's saying a lot!

Here is a belly pic from this week and one from almost a month ago so you can see the difference. I got an email today saying that the babies are measuring about 10 inches in length. Here's what 40 inches of baby looks like!

 19 weeks 6 days
16 weeks 1 day

Friday, March 9, 2012

19 week appointment: relieved and thankful

We had our weekly appointment this morning. Let me start by saying that everything is OK. The last thing I want to do is write a long, dramatic post that has you thinking the worst, only to find out that nothing is really wrong. I just want to document this for my memory and share some of my feelings about today.

During the sonogram they saw that Baby D's fluid was looking really low. The sonographer went and got the doctor. They both looked at the scan with concern, told me to get dressed, and we'd talk about it in his office. I can't even tell you the thoughts that went through my head. I was terrified. The doctor sat down and told us a few of the risks associated with low amniotic fluid and said he wanted me to be seen by the Maternal/Fetal Specialist immediately. I'm so, so thankful that we have such proactive doctors looking out for these babies!

We went across the street for the second scan. The specialist was wonderful and spent 45 minutes measuring each baby from head to toe. She literally looked at every part of their bodies, right down to their little lips to check for cleft palates. We had this scan done before, but the babies are a few weeks bigger now and you can see things a little clearer - like the four chambers of the heart, etc. Each baby is absolutely perfect! Baby D has much less space than the other three. Because of her position and the space that her sac is in the specialist said she could see how they thought the fluid was low. But, when you look at it from different angles and compare it to the fluid in the other sacs it is just fine. Once again, I am so thankful that everyone was extremely proactive!

Today, before our second appointment, Reid prayed over me and the babies. He confessed that he knew we weren't in control and that these babies are in God's hands. I feel like this entire journey has made it so clear that these babies are not ours. They belong to God. I often get told that I'm "doing everything right" and was "made to carry quads." That may be true, but ultimately I'm not the reason why our girls are thriving. Every week that we make it closer to viability, and ultimately our "due date," I'm humbled by just how big and gracious our God is.

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them." Psalm 139:13-16

This week's measurements:
Baby A measures at 20w5d and weighs 1 pound. I was so focused on everyone being OK that she's the only one I remember exact measurements for. She's also grown to be the biggest sister in there! Babies B, C, & D all measured 19w4d to 20w1d and weigh between 11-13 ounces. They weren't so concerned with measuring me today, but my guess is I'm somewhere in the neighborhood of 34 weeks.

*We didn't get a good picture of A, but here's what we have of B, C, & D... C gives a profile shot and B & D are facing forward.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Big Brother Sammy

I just wanted to take a minute to post about our "first born." When we found out we were having quads and that the majority of my pregnancy might be spent on bed rest I was sad about a lot of things. One of those being that Samson would either have to be boarded or go live with one of our friends during the week. It might sound ridiculous, but that dog has been my little (huge) companion for the last two years and the thought of not seeing him for extended amounts of time breaks my heart.

Ok, moving on.

I had no idea when we got him that I'd love him as much as I do. I'm not a dog person and even my dad about had a heart attack when we told him we bought a Lab puppy that I was going to be responsible for. All that to say, after lots of blood, sweat, tears, and a trip to obedience school for two weeks he has become an amazing dog. He's not perfect. But, he has learned a lot and has the sweetest temperament.

The past few months I've been on restricted activity and the only kind of walking I can do is the "leisurely" kind. Needless to say walks during the week are few and far between. Thankfully, our across the street neighbor has a yellow Lab that is Sammy's best friend and they get to play almost everyday.

All that to say, in the last couple of weeks that I've been resting more than I'm up and about, Samson has been amazing. He sleeps late, spends most of his day lazing around the house (no, he's not depressed), playing with his toys, or trying to hunt squirrels in the backyard. It might sound silly, but I really am so thankful for this dog and the joy he brings to our home.

*To clarify, he does not sleep on the pull out couch every night. We had a few rooms painted last week and I had to sleep in the den because of the fumes.

Monday, March 5, 2012

19 weeks

Only five weeks away from viability! So exciting to be this close. Things are still going well. I'm on modified bed rest which hasn't been terrible. It was a little bit of a bummer that I had to lay in bed or on the couch the majority of the time our families were here this weekend. It was great having them here regardless.

We had a wonderful couples shower on Friday with Dallas friends. The hostesses didn't skip a detail and made it so very special for us! We are blessed to have such generous friends who are so excited about our girls!

This weekend we started getting the nursery ready. We bought cribs and a dresser several months ago. The rug and bedding arrived Monday. The painter finished on Thursday. And, we put everything together on Saturday. We still have to order the nursery gliders and finalize the wall decor. It's coming together and I'm so glad the bulk of it was done by the time bed rest began. Here's a little sneak peak...

I'm still feeling OK. My ribs ache constantly and laying down isn't very comfortable. Icy Hot has become my new best friend! The pregnancy pillow the doctor recommended is helping me sleep much better. I am feeling the babies move so much more this week. It's kind of weird feeling it all over my stomach and knowing which baby is moving. I can't wait until Reid is able to feel them, too!

Here's a (terribly blurry) 19 week pic! I'll post the ones Reid took last night when I update about our appointment later this week.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

A few details

When people find out we are having quads there are usually quite a few questions that get asked. And, rightfully so! I asked quite a few myself. I thought it might be a good idea to share answers to the questions that I'm asked the most.

"I didn't even know you were trying to get pregnant. Why didn't you blog about it?"

I chose not to blog about our struggle with infertility for several reasons... It was my way of keeping things more private. I was totally open about it with friends or when someone asked when we were going to have kids (by the way, worst question you can ask someone), but I knew it was not productive for me to document everything in such a public place. There were three main reasons for that:

  1. In the grand scheme of life, we only struggled to get pregnant for 15 months. Was it a hard wait? Yes, maybe the most challenging thing I've ever faced. But, at the same time there are so many people who try for YEARS. I wanted to be sensitive to those who have waited and are still waiting.
  2. For me, personally, my fear about infertility and not being able to get pregnant was heightened when I would read about other friends/bloggers struggle to get pregnant. One of my friends blogged a while back about how she felt the same way - scared when she would hear about someone else's journey. She said her mentor reminded her that God writes a unique story for everyone. That statement totally hit home with what I had felt. For that reason I always said I wouldn't share every detail on my blog.
  3. When I say that it was a struggle, I mean it was a struggle in every aspect of my life. I questioned my faith like never before. I worried that if I was documenting every step for everyone to read it would be hard for me to admit, with total honesty, just how much I doubted God at times.
"You did IVF, right?"

Many people who find out that we are pregnant with quads (including our OBGYN) assume that it was through IVF. If I feel like if a lot of people ask us then there must be even more people who assume the same but would never ask. So, I'm going to tell. ;) Reid has male-factor and I have female-factor infertility issues. Because of that our process was drawn out with a lot of waiting. After several months of trying different combinations of medicine we were finally cleared to do our first IUI. Despite very, very, very, very low odds, I conceived the first time. And, aside from even lower odds, I conceived four babies.

"What was it like when you found out you were having quads?"

Two weeks after the IUI, we found out that we were pregnant. Reid was leaving for the airport that day at 5:45 a.m. and we woke up early so I could test while he was home. I took three tests and all were an immediate positive. We were elated. Reid even sent me a text after he left asking if I thought it was a boy or girl. I told him I had no idea and asked if he had a "feeling." He said he thought we were having more than one baby and hoped for one of each.

I went into the doctor that afternoon for a blood test. My HCG was already 572 which is quite high. The nurse called that afternoon to let me know that based on my numbers and what we knew about how I responded to the medicine that we were most likely having twins. We wouldn't know for sure until the sonogram. I asked her if she was sure it was only twins. She said she wasn't. And another two week wait began.

I wish I could say that I enjoyed those first two weeks of being pregnant, but I didn't. I was consumed with worry that we were having triplets. My grandmother had identical triplet brothers and my joke to Reid had always been that we would have them. (A little tidbit we found out from our fertility specialist is that identical multiples are not hereditary.) Reid and my closest friends who knew we were pregnant assured me everyday that there was no way it could be more than two. And, based on everything we knew about my follicles and the other factors that played a part, they were right. The chances of it being more than two were so remote it was not even worth entertaining the thought. I went back the second week to have my HCG levels checked again and they were over 16,000. The nurse knew how worried I was and sweetly told me to just be thankful that my numbers were so strong and that my body was handling a pregnancy so well. I'm sure she thought I was a lunatic! My thoughts were consumed and I honestly think Satan was trying his best to rob me of the joy I should have been feeling. The day of the IUI I had had such a peace. I laid on the table after the doctor and nurse left the room and confessed over and over that God was bigger than infertility and that He would still be good no matter the outcome. It took those two weeks of waiting to bring me back to that place - He would be good no matter the outcome.

The day before our sonogram I had this feeling wash over me that there would be four babies. I can't describe it, but I was driving and all of a sudden I thought, "We are going to have four babies." Reid was in a meeting so I called a close friend who told me that was silly and, once again, reassured me there was NO WAY it could be four. Little did we know...

December 7, 2011 was our first sonogram. Soon after we got started the sonographer got very quiet and said she was going to take a look before she said anything. After what seemed like an eternity she said something like, "I see four." It was like everything moved in slow motion after that. She measured the babies and each baby looked perfect. Sometime in the middle of it all I started crying. We finished the exam and met with our doctor in a conference room. He actually sat in his office and cried for ten minutes before coming in to see us. He has built a reputation of being conservative in his approach. He even sat down with us at the end of September and told us he had no doubt we would get pregnant but that it was going to be a long road because he was going to be as conservative as possible. The chances of getting pregnant at all were so small that this was unheard of. He spent the next thirty minutes explaining that this wasn't going to be an easy road. That one of our babies probably wouldn't make it through the first trimester. That I could lose the entire pregnancy at anytime. That there were a lot of risks associated with higher order multiples. Reid and I sat there absolutely stunned and overwhelmed. And while it was the most shocking news we had ever received, neither one of us ever felt anxious or like someone had made a mistake. We had no doubt it was God's plan all along, it was just very hard to wrap our heads around.

Reid and I both struggled that day with extreme guilt. I was recently telling one of my best friends that I still feel guilty when I think about that day. We were finally pregnant, and hadn't we told God that His plans were better than ours? I cried for about three hours after we left the doctor. It was like I just needed to get it out of my system. I was overwhelmed. Reid remained completely steady. He immediately started thinking of all the positives and still thought it was important that we go pick out our "we're having a baby" gift. It was another big life moment that made me so thankful he is my husband.

That night we took Samson to the park and went to dinner at our favorite restaurant. We just wanted to feel normal. By the time we went to sleep we were starting feel more settled and more excited. I still had some "freak out" moments and grieved the loss of a "normal" pregnancy. I was worried about what people would think - mostly fearful they would say we'd been careless. What would our families say? I was fearful about the health of the babies since they would likely be very premature. I was dreading the huge, ugly stroller that would surely draw all kinds of unwanted attention. And on and on. In that first week I was able to work through those fears with the help of Reid, my counselor, and my amazing friends.

What comforts me most when I think about that day is that though the news was quite a surprise to us, God wasn't phased. He knew how we would react - our struggles, fears, and guilt. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He used our struggle with infertility to prepare our hearts to love and be so incredibly thankful for these four precious little girls. And, once again, we were reminded that He is good.
The heart of man plans his way,
but the LORD establishes his steps.
(Proverbs 16:9 ESV)

Saturday, March 3, 2012

18 week appointment

We had our appointment on Thursday this week. Everything looked great with the babies. They are all growing really well, heartbeats were strong - all 149 to 158. We even got to see them in 3D which was unexpected. They usually don't even do 3D until around 27 weeks because the babies are so small and don't have much (if any) fat on them. But, our sonographer gave us an unexpected peak which was neat. I'm going to wait to share those pictures until we do them again later on in the pregnancy. I think it will be more fun to have something to compare them to.

I am measuring in at 32 weeks. I am starving all. the. time. I eat every two to three hours during the day and usually wake up to eat a granola bar in the night. I just got a pregnancy pillow and it's making a world of difference for my sleeping. I'm feeling the babies move a lot more this week. Most movement is concentrated by my belly button - where B and C are positioned. The other morning I woke up and felt what I'm pretty sure was a "kick, kick" from baby A or C. (Can you tell I'm trying really hard to know what I'm talking about?) ;)

Each week (starting at week 17) they've measured the length of my cervix. Each week there will be some change and that's completely normal. As my doctor says, we are asking A LOT of my body. My body, however, is handling things exceptionally well. The goal has always been to be as conservative as possible with my pregnancy. So, my doctor went ahead and put me on bed rest. I can still shower, get up for meals, etc. He just wants me laying down more than I'm standing up. Things like running errands and cleaning the house are off limits. It's crazy how when you can do those things you don't really want to, but when someone tells you not to do them it's all you can think about. I know it's time to slow down and the less I do now will mean bigger, healthier babies in the end. You can be praying that my body will continue to handle the pregnancy well and for continued protection over our girls.

Here are their pictures this week!