My Bedrest Mantra – Keep Calm And Carry On

I was browsing Amazon last week and came across this fabulous maternity tee shirt. Even though it was outrageously overpriced I had to have it. Worth every penny. My bathroom breaks have turned into a motivational session with my reflection reminding me to Keep … Continue reading

A Tale of Twins: There are two in there!

By the time my husband and I stepped through the doors at my midwife’s office for our first ultrasound at 18 weeks I already knew there something different about this pregnancy. I was still taking Zofran for the nausea, the aches and pains had already settled into my back and hips, and my growing belly was growing fast. We’d heard a heartbeat on the dopplar around 12 weeks and my midwives insisted that my growth was normal, but something was nagging at me. Let’s call it mother’s intuition!

I laid down on the examination table, the tech splattered gloopy gel onto my belly and the ultrasound dopplar began to search for the baby. I looked at the monitor and glanced up at Greg to see if he saw what I just saw. Two big round balls were staring back at us. And there is no mistaking the infamous Benson noggin! Continuing to look at the screen she said, “Well, there are two in there.” And then she looked over at us, “Did you already know you were having twins?” We didn’t.

Questions started twirling around in my mind. Identical or fraternal? Two sacs or one? Am I going to be the queen amongst a king and three princes in my house? Answers started to come quickly as the ultra sound proceeded. She found our baby girl (baby A) on the right side of my belly and then our baby boy (baby B) on the left side of my belly. They are di/di twins which means they are fraternal twins with separate sacs and separate placentas. They have a very low risk of growth problems since they aren’t sharing anything besides space!

An image that I will cherish forever is seeing my two miracles snuggled together for the first time. They mirrored each other’s movements like perfect dance partners.

twin ultrasound

Through all of the excitement and well wishes that we’ve received from all of our friends and family, something my dad said to me has stuck in my mind since it rings so true. “What a life adventure,” he said. We feel so blessed to have been given these miracles that are growing inside of me. It’s going to be a wild ride!

Being pregnant in the gym and on the mat

Anyone who knows me knows that I love to work up a good sweat.   Not only do I enjoy the physical benefits of exercise, but it also helps to keep me sane!  Naturally, I’ve always known that I would continue to exercise during pregnancy.  In fact, I can remember the week after I found out I was pregnant I hit the gym a few times and completed some decent mileage on the treadmill.  And then morning…pardon me…all day sickness hit.  For the rest of my first trimester the most exercise I got was speed walking to the nearest restroom in my office (discretely of course).

However, one sunny September day I woke up feeling like myself again.  I was ready to take on the world again, and the gym.  Doctors say that as long as you are in good condition you can continue your pre-pregnancy exercise routine with very little modifications.  Just the other day Greg and I saw a woman at the gym who must have been 8 months pregnant doing a lifting circuit.  I thought the baby could have just dropped out of her onto the mat then and there!  I admire her tenacity and I always thought I would be just like that.

The truth is that every woman’s body reacts differently to the beautiful miracle growing inside of them.  It’s up to us to listen to our bodies, listen to our hearts, and make healthy choices for our baby.  When I go the gym my workout consists of low-impact cardio, like elliptical and walking, and then a lot of stretching.  My favorite prenatal workout?  YOGA!  The poses and classes are extremely modified compared to the yoga classes I took before I was pregnant, but they are no less valuable or satisfying.

Yoga class creates moments to connect your breath to your body.  Prenatal yoga class creates moments to connect your breath to your baby.  Sometimes it becomes overwhelming to think that every bite of food, every positive or negative thought, every move you make affects your baby.  A pregnant woman is no longer the same “I” she has always associated herself with – she has become a host for her baby!  I feel empowered and blessed to be a woman and to have the gift of giving life to another human being.

I started this post by saying that exercise has always “worked out” my body and mind.  More than ever I’m realizing how important the mind-benefits of the gym and yoga are to me.  Because it’s during these moments on the elliptical and on the yoga mat that I feel most connected to my baby.  My mission from the moment he was conceived is to make sure that he has the tools he needs to be healthy, be happy, be strong. Prenatal exercise and yoga feel like the natural foundation to carrying out this mission while he lives in my tummy.


Love at first site…of the test strip

Through the bedroom window a cool morning breeze brushes against my cheek.  I quietly remove the covers and sneak out of the room so as not to wake my husband. While pouring a glass of water… I ponder romantic and unique ways to tell the love of my life that we are having a baby.


Life doesn’t happen like the movies. And I’m certainly no Grace Kelly.  The truth is that most of the time I feel like I’m just kind of stumbling along feeling a bit goofy and awkward, but in a confident sort of way.  So if you are hoping for me to share stories of raindrops on roses – I will sometimes deliver that.  After all, I’m creating the greatest miracle I could ever imagine.  But like I said, life doesn’t happen like the movies, and I can already say that the journey of pregnancy is unpredictable.  I’ll share with you the good, the bad, the funny, and the strange.


While choking down a glass of water I stare for another moment at the double blue line on the EPT test, check the instructions on the box (for the eighth time) to make sure I’m reading it right, and call my husband to ask him to pick up more pregnancy tests on his way home.  The conversation went something like this:


“Greg – we had a leftover pregnancy test and I took it because I’m usually really regular but I’m a couple days late so I took it and it showed the two blue lines so I think I’m pregnant but I think I should take more tests so can you pick up more at CVS?”

“How many should I get?” (nothing phases my wonderful husband)

“Five boxes please.”

Five boxes later – there was still a double line.  And it was love at first site.