So I think we're 18 weeks into this thing now...Sherri would know to the day...I'm a guy though so I'm pretty happy if I just kinda know. I have to admit though...I'm feeling the pressure and realize that my life as I know it will soon end. Last night, I crawled into bed (late as usual, after painting) and was happy to at least get a good nights sleep. And then it hit me that getting a full nights sleep will be basically impossible in 4 months, and that probably won't change for at least a couple of years. Mark still gets us up once or twice a night usually, and he's 3 so good luck with triplets, huh? People are so helpful in telling us that "you know, you'll need some help with those babies..." No. Really? They're just stating the obvious of course, but trust me...we are keenly aware of the facts. We have no idea what it will be like...how could you...but we do know that it'll be pure survival for a while!
And of course there's always the looming worry of the health of the little guys, how small they will really be when they arrive, how long they'll be in the hospital, how long Sherri will be in the hospital, how Mark will adjust, etc, etc. And I do have a tendancy to worry a bit (comes naturally, thanks mom) so it always seems to be present. Focus Garth...it will be fine.
I've found a very nice girl to help us with Mark for the next few months. She's coming to the house every weekday morning to keep him from being too neglected and hopefully - to ease the shock if Sherri ends up in the hospital for an extended period. I seriously think Mark is going to pay a price in the next few months...I just hope he someday is thankful for the brothers to play with, and that he doesn't take it too hard. His poor world will just be rocked. For now it seems to be working out, Mark is slowly warming up to Amber and she seems to be great with him.
We're off to Swedish for the bi-weekly weigh in tomorrow, I can say that Sherri is starting to put on the weight, her belly is getting big, and the nausea hasn't gone away. She's always tired, constantly trying to eat and nothing is easy to do. I do feel for her - she's the toughest gal I know and she never complains, but I know that this is hard on her. One day at a time, right? People have been asking for a belly pic, but she's pretty camera-shy so I might need to get one on the sly!! All in all, things are great, she feels the babies move once in a while now and we're slowly marching on.
By the way, thanks everyone for all their wonderful calls, comments, meals, and encouragement. We have people we don't even know that are doing little things that make us feel very special - words can't explain how we feel about this. Each day my respect for the members of our fellowship, our friends and neighbors increases. Thank you.