Posts Tagged ‘bump pictures’

33 weeks 4 days preggo with our twin eggos!!

July 11, 2009

Um, has there or has there not been a HUGE spurt in growth of my bump since the last pictures? Let me refresh your memories.

This is last week:


This is today:




And here is TMD with our new pushchair!! (Or what I could fit of it into the picture.)


So, big bump growth spurt, no?

Today was also a banner day as I rode in the car to McDonald’s with TMD to get some Egg McMuffins this morning, and this evening she pushed me in the wheelchair to the local shops. I am pretty sure she has forced every muscle in her body to the absolute limit pushing me. She kept saying, ‘You’re quite heavy. Yeah, you’re quite heavy.’

Think we’re going to watch the DVD we got at our multiples antenatal class this evening. And then perhaps look some more at my bump and oogle at the size. 33 weeks 4 days with the babies now….can hardly believe it. Am grateful for everything – the ripping pain of the skin of bottom of my bump (will post pics soon, perhaps tomorrow. WOW.), the hospital visits, the painful knuckles. We are growing some fantastic babies in there, I can just tell.

It IS huge(r), right?


Peep shows, and inadvertant bump shots of me, 31 weeks pregnant with twins.

June 23, 2009

This is how I was dressed all day:


This is where I spend all my time (feel free to ignore the extreme clutter. Yes, every piece of clutter is in that room because I am pregnant. But that is for another post.) :


You see how close I am to the patio doors? Imagine what it is like to be wearing a bra, naked belly, and a skirt pulled up to here. Comfy, right?

Now imagine the gardener man, his face essentially smashed up against the patio doors while he weedwacks the border of grass to patio. This is what he sees:


I still can’t decide if I care about my new career as a pregnant exhibitionist. The conversation with Cookie is still echoing in my mind, where I explained to her that if I were an axe murderer/gardener, I would certainly choose a heavily pregnant lady on crutches with her patio doors open as a victim. At the very least, she would be the easiest to duct tape to her couch while I made off with her giant green reclining chair.

(You see that green chair? At night TMD takes it apart, puts the cushion on the floor next to my couch, and sleeps there.)

Twin bump pics – 26, 27, and 28 weeks pregnant!!

June 9, 2009

23 May:





28 May, at the hospital getting the babies monitored. It’s just like one of those baby stories with the straps and circle heartbeat things!


31 May:




Me ‘n TMD:


7 June:




25 weeks 4 days pregnant with twins – bump pictures!!

May 19, 2009


16 May – 25 weeks 4 days! Three days ago, for those who aren’t so good with the calender math.

This next picture isn’t the best bump profile shot, but it makes me laugh because it looks like I have a SHELF. You see it? Down where I am not holding the fabric of the shirt against the bump?


Other side, without shelf:


While I sit here and wait for the pictures to upload, I pass the time by watching my stomach. Yes, it is moving all over the place, and not just from giant kicks – it appears Torre is just shifting around in there. This results in gentle, tiny, wavelike movements that are clearly visible even though I have both a belly bra AND a shirt on. I don’t often see Mano’s shifting movements, as he is below my line of sight. I feel them, though. Aww. And awe.


WOW is my bump sticky outy.


Finally, I am debating about a series of bathtime shots. They are tastefully done, not like porno. I swear. But I am a wee bit leery of posting them. Perhaps I will put up just one, the only one showing only bump (essentially). This was taken on 12 May, so 25 weeks pregnant exactly. This is what my bump looked like (a week ago today) when I was flat on my back!


Still feel slightly funny about posting this, and now I wonder what the point is – because you can’t see the rest of my body for a comparison, can this actually be called a bump picture? I say yes, particularly as it is The Bump ™ up close and personal. I have another lovely, lovely picture TMD took which is a wider shot (hands over the relevant boobies and bushie) and I may have another of these taken closer to my due date.

Bathtime is quickly becoming a favourite of mine, not only because I am the least in pain in the bath. But it’s a time where I am on my back, looking at my bare stomach, and can really see the babies moving. It’s a very connecting sort of thing. Last night I also called them by their secret names (ie their ‘real names’ we think we have decided on. No, we aren’t telling. Don’t ask.) and that felt like some sort of magnificent miracle.

Almost seems too sacred or something, though, so for the most part we still call them Mano and Torre.

24 weeks pregnant with the babies! Bump pictures.

May 5, 2009

Aussie and P-Dawg (her boyfriend) came over yesterday. This resulted in eating loads of chickpea enchaladas and belly comparisons. Yes, I know you don’t know her, but…BUT….Aussie is pregnant! 13 weeks with one teensy tiny baby.

Here we are, along with our three (!) babies:


I have her full permission to post this entry, which I’ve been wanting to post for like, let’s see – 9 weeks. See how good I am at secret keeping? Way better than that fucker Wormtail. I’m telling you, if the Potters had known me, they would still be alive today.

So, how far along was I yesterday?


And here’s some more bumpage:



And me and TMD – who looks smaller and smaller in each of these pictures, as she is stood next to the Amazing Growing Womb/Woman.


And if I was 23 weeks 6 days yesterday, guess what that makes today? 24 WEEKS. Yes, the magical number everyone strives towards, the wonderful world of viability. I do know the babies are actually a day younger than they were dated at (thanks to the magic and precision of IVF), so tomorrow will be the ‘real’ viability day. Still, wahoo! 24 weeks!

I’m going to make a point of not googling the likelihood of survival. If there is one thing pregnancy has taught me, it’s that google can often be more harm than help. My eyes are natually drawn towards all the horror stories and Worst Possible Causes for various symptoms. See? Not helpful.

At any rate, everyone is back at work today, and I’ve got myself eleven interviews to do this week. I plan to do none on Friday because that is Scan Day!!! (Put it in your calenders and underline it several times. Also please start crossing your fingers now that we definitively find out what little baby Torre is.) I need to start ringing these people up, though tearing myself away from the riveting world of daytime tv paternity tests will be challenging.


Oh, one more piece of good news. You know how I wanted to gain 24 pounds by 24 weeks? Accomplished as of yesterday, exactly on track. I’m really noticing the weight on my hips, thighs, arms, etc – but keep reminding myself that I wanted to gain all this weight – and in fact needed to. With multiples, the more weight gained by 24 weeks predicts better birth outcomes, including birth weight and the babies staying put for longer. With twins, it is recommended to gain at least 24 pounds by 24 weeks.

Considering how fucking sick I was for the first 16 weeks, this is a grand accomplishment.

23 weeks pregnant – twin bump pictures! Also I am hosting baby kickboxing tournaments at present.

May 2, 2009

25 April – 22 weeks 4 days preggo with the twinnie eggos. (Also no stretch marks at this point!)


I know this isn’t the most anonymous of pictures, and therefore I am breaking my own rules, but I thought I needed to share that every single time TMD takes bump pictures, I end up with terrible sneezing. I have to lean over and really brace myself, making unattractive grimaces, in order to minimise pain and pissing myself!!


Baby bump a dump. The day I wore this shirt is also the day that I got to ride in a motorised wheelchair around a store. I am sorry I do not have a headless picture of  that shot, because I enjoy it. If you are my facebook friend, it’s now my profile picture. If you are NOT my facebook friend but are not a crazy stalker, perhaps at some point we will be friends?!


29 April – 23 weeks 1 day pregnant with the babies.


I don’t know why, but apparently now I am obsessed with sneeze photos. As you can see, this is an action shot – hence the bluriness.


We bought this top very early in pregnancy. TMD suggested I should try it on – and it fits. Shock horror. We originally bought it ’cause I liked the pattern, though it looked completely fucking ridiculous…it was literally like I was wearing a tent. Now it is all screwy fitting – lots of room across the top back, but pretty well fitting across the bump. This top is two sizes too big AND a maternity top.


This is me attempting to convey the width of the bump. I don’t know if it truly comes across.


I have lots of pictures of vitamins, daisies, and my cat, but have decided to show you the view from my latest hospital bed. Above these curtains is the ceiling – painted an apricot orange. The whole thing is like living inside a sunset. Hopefully I’ll never need to spend longer than a night at a time in this particular ward…(not because of the sunset colours, though.)


Last night I took another bath. I’ve gone from thinking they suck to feeling like they are an indispensible part of being alive. I always liked baths, but pregnancy has made them uncomfortable. No longer. My bump is so big it happily sticks out of the water of even a totally full tub, so I don’t feel I have to worry about accidentally poaching the babies.

ANYWAY. It was awesome!

Something I didn’t tell you about the hospital stay was that the first night they listened to the babies with these special monitor things – big round circles they put on your tummy. I just kept saying, ‘How cool! This is just like those baby shows on tv!’ I think the midwife thought I was weird. Moving on…

The babies sounded like they were fucking kickboxing in there. Extreme kicking on both side. And it was SO LOUD because we could hear both at the same time, and the volume was turned way up. The midwife laughed and said we were going to have our hands full when they arrived.

The interesting thing about this is that I discovered a whole new feeling of baby movement. What I had assumed were giant, killer gas bubbles abruptly shifting (you know the feeling, admit it) was actually babies. So now I’ve got low down gas earthquakes, kicks in every direction, and general squirminess. They seem particularly active around 9-11 pm.

So back to bathtime. I was feeling primo kicks, and also saw Mano kick – my bump shot upwards about an inch!! I screamed for TMD (as you do) and she came in. Mano kicked again and there was no mistaking it as us just being hopeful – even pragmatic TMD said she saw the movement. She also put her hand over it and Mano kicked again, so she felt him! Was so happy.

After awhile she left me to my own devices (that means I was reading Make Lemonade for the fiftieth time and loving it). I began to feel the gassy feelings I’d had when the babies were kickboxing at the hospital. I looked down at my stomach and fuck if it wasn’t like some sort of deathmatch going on! Both babies were kicking – saw lots of right-sideways-bump-lurching courtesy of Torre – but with both babies going, my bump was swaying slightly from side to side and sort of slow motion rippling!

I don’t know what they are doing in there, but I don’t know if it looks fun!

I think I’m going to go now as I have to pee so badly I am sure I will leak when I stand up. Add that to the fact that I’m wearing a Fat Lady nightgown my mother sent over (with a maternity belt over the top of it), and you have one hot sexy girlie. I can’t imagine why people aren’t flocking around from neighboring streets, begging to have their picture taken with me.

Things are looking up.

March 16, 2009

I’ve decided to pull my finger out and take some pregnancy photos. I don’t know – I’ve not been anything like what I thought I would be like when pregnant. I envisioned weekly bump pictures, all neatly uploaded. Perhaps keeping a written journal of my pregnancy so the babies could have it one day. Instead, I’ve done..well..nothing.

Today I look and feel particularly pregnant. Thank god for Sil’s maternity clothes.

It’s also been a three day stretch with no vomit. This is a new pregnancy record for me. I am feeling super good, with the exception of some physical niggles which are causing me pain but I don’t feel bad about or anything. I could gross you out with a decription of my unstable pelvis, but perhaps we will leave that little treat for another entry.

Today is sunshiney and gorgeous and I’M NOT WEARING A COAT. I love love love it. Going to go straight home after a play therapy session off base this afternoon, because all the walking really is killer. I hope the sun is still out and perhaps I’ll even sit in the garden.

Really cannot wait for 20 week scan now. TMD and I won some baby clothes off Freecycle this weekend – a huge amount of really REALLY nice girl clothes. Things so fashionable and pricey we would never have got them ourselves. So now we are hoping one baby is a girl merely so we can keep these clothes!

While I’ve been convinced from early on it’s two boys, I am now thinking about girls. The midwife said it’s too early to predict gender from their heartrates, but old wives tales point in the direction of girls as they are both at the top end of fetal heartrates for pregnancy. Only three more weeks and one day to wait. (I’m 16 weeks 6 days pregnant today.) I’d better hurry and get TMD a fabulous birthday present as the scan is the same day as her birthday. The big 3-2. I think. No, definitely.