Sometimes you just have to get away. Even if it's not very far. I haven't been out of the house much due to feeling so badly most of the time and with not much energy to spare, my few outings are pretty limited. The husband has been very busy with work and then doing home improvements when he's around, trying hard to prepare for the arrival of our quads. Don't know what I'd do without him!
But we really just needed a break, a change of scenery and some one-on-one time together. So I was completely surprised and totally touched when he booked a hotel about 20 minutes away so we could enjoy a little in-town R&R. We watched movies on cable, lounged around in sweatpants, went to the hotel happy hour (mine wasn't quite so happy sans alcohol, of course!) and enjoyed a pasta dinner at Carabba's. I felt good all day yesterday and it was great. This morning we got up in time to catch the tail end of breakfast and I actually ate two plates full. An hour later, I wasn't doing so hot and ended up having to resort back to my Zofran for the nausea.
We did get some maternity photos done today, though, and they turned out simply amazing. (Except you'd never guess I totally threw up on the side of the road on the way to the shoot. It's a glamorous life, people, glamorous.) I knew I'd regret it if we didn't get some taken, since this will very likely be our one and only pregnancy! A good photographer friend of mine came to the rescue with our limited scheduling—my doc wouldn't approve of me traipsing around a photo shoot after February—and snapped some really cool portraits of the husband and me. I can't wait to show them to you all next week.
We will be busy preparing for our quad parties and showers the next two weekends, and are very excited to see our friends and family. Unfortunately, we are going two whole weeks without a doctor's appointment or an ultrasound, but after that we'll finally have an anatomy scan of the babies, which will reveal their genders and start giving us an idea of their developmental/health status. As I type this, I'm pretty sure I can feel one of them sweet little thangs in my ribs. Sleeping at night has become very uncomfortable—I can only lay on my side, which results in feeling like I'm squishing at least two other people and my stomach starts hurting so I have to move again. This cycle progresses into the wee hours while my husband manages to pass out, snore and acquire all kinds of magnificent REM cycles. Other than feeling the occasional movement "inside," I haven't felt anything more even though the husband is anxious to finally feel one of the babies move. I'm enjoying less movement while it lasts because I can only imagine what eight pairs of dancing feet will be like!
I am so thankful for my mom, all our parents, friends, neighbors and, most of all, my husband for being so awesome—even in these early stages. We still have (hopefully) three months of this pregnancy left and we've already received so much support. From people bringing food, helping move furniture, handing off clothes and supplies to my husband fetching water, popcicles, medicine, filling prescriptions, picking up smoothies, taking care of the pets and whisking me away to a hotel for the night. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.