Impaired Glucose Tolerance.

Yesterday, at my 28 week appointment, I was diagnosed with something called Impaired Glucose Tolerance. This diagnosis came after taking a 3 hour Glucose Tolerance test where I had to fast for eight hours, drink 100 grams of sugar from an orange soda-like beverage, and then get my blood drawn four times within the 3 hour time period. They evaluated my blood sugar levels and if 2 or more of the blood samples exceeded the normal level, I would be diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes. However, only 1 of my blood samples exceeded the normal level by just 3 mg, and my fate was sealed.

Good news, I'm not diabetic. Bad news, I have to change my eating habits a TON. I have to eat more snacks throughout the day and stop skipping breakfast like I tend to do and I'm only allowed one "sweet treat" a week. So depressing. I also have to keep a food log and take my blood sugar levels four times a week. But it's only until the end of this pregnancy, so that's not too bad.

On the bright side, we found out that the girls are weighing 2lbs 15oz and 2lbs 10oz. They are doing REALLY well. They still have a good amount of womb to move, even though I'm carrying close to 6 pounds of babies now. Here are some new ultrasounds of the lovely little girls. Needless to say, I'm a very proud mama. :)

Baby A :) - Look at those big lips!

Baby B ;)  - Such a cute nose!

Kurt and I love these babies so much! I just want them to be completely healthy, and will do whatever it takes to make that happen - even if it means no ice cream for 2 months! The day they're born, maybe I'll eat ice cream again. I can't wait!

Third Trimester!

Yay! I have officially made it to the home stretch of this awesome pregnancy :) These baby girls are getting ready to come soon! I have over 5 pounds of combined baby weight in my tummy now, and you can tell! I have been told countless times that I look like I'm ready to "pop" but I always assure those people that I still have a ways to go.

To commemorate my entrance into the third trimester, I thought I'd share all that is entailed in:

A Day in the Life of Parents Expecting Twins

Every morning, as I sleep, Kurt wakes up to take my dad to work so we can have a car in case the babies start coming and we need to rush to the Emergency Room for some reason.

When he returns, Kurt clocks in online for his shift at the MTC. We are so blessed that he is able to work from home for the time we are in Hawaii!!

While Kurt works, I am always online prowling for deals on everything -- diapers, wipes, baby clothes, etc.

Everyday, we drive to the local public pool and get in our exercise for the day. I usually walk/run/work my legs while Kurt swims beside me. We love swimming!!

After the pool, we pick my dad up for his lunch break and we all watch some sort of sitcom together.

We return my dad to work and often have to do errands. Sometimes, though, we go out for a treat since we won't have many chances to go on dates after the babies come. :)

The afternoon is filled with lots of chauffeuring since we have one of two family cars.

After everyone is home, we usually start dinner and watch TV (primarily football). It's just a nice relaxing time with the family.

We get to bed around 10, say our prayers and read scriptures, stare at my belly as the girls kick and squirm around inside, and it doesn't take long to fall asleep. We're stocking up on our sleep now!

Our days are pretty uneventful and routine, but we love them! We love that we get to be together while we prepare for the twins' births. We love all the little dates we get to squeeze in before they get here. We love all the time we get to spend with my family. Most of all, we love how fast the days go by and how close we are  to having our daughters here with us to make our days so much more exciting!!!

The Body Of A Mother.

Something that has been on my mind lately is just how many changes my body is going through. This petite 5'2" figure of mine has transformed incredibly in the last 26 weeks. I was looking at pre-pregnancy photos of me a few weeks ago and started to feel a little depressed at how "good" I used to look and how much I don't look like that currently. At my last appointment, I discovered that I have officially gained 20 pounds since becoming pregnant. Then, in the past two or three weeks (I blame all the holiday feasts), stretch marks have been appearing all over my once cute pregnant bump.

One night, I was complaining to Kurt about the lines slowly creeping their way across my belly and he just said, "I think they're beautiful."

He really is the best husband. I'm the luckiest.

Then, like fate, this article appeared in my Facebook news feed. The author gave me a new perspective on my changing body.

She writes, "I have dark pools under my eyes. A valley where my belly button once was. Hips with a new amplitude that my teenage self wouldn't recognize. I have lines mapped across the mountains of stretched skin left over on my midsection. Lightning bolts on my sides proving I once was too small to contain all of the love that filled me. Lines indicating that my daughter once lived inside of me... Those mountains of skin are all I have left to prove that we were once one and not two."

Now, I look at these new stripes as an indication of my healthy, growing daughters. How lucky am I to bare these symbols of motherhood? How lucky am I to be the mother of twins? Not every woman has the opportunity to wear these stripes, but I have been given this privilege and, how dare I complain.

I am grateful for this new perspective. I am grateful for this body. I am grateful that it has the ability to house two beautiful baby girls. I am grateful that they are growing and that each line indicates that their bodies are becoming bigger, stronger, and healthier. Lastly, I am grateful for a loving, wonderful husband who recognizes the beauty in these marks of motherhood.