It’s unbelievable that I can even type those words: Third. Trimester.
But it’s here. A day away from 31weeks. Only 6 weeks to go.
What a miracle. And, now, it’s getting real.
My blog updates have been scarce, but thankfully, there hasn’t been a lot to report. I’ve been seeing the doctor every two weeks, sonogram and all, and every appointment has shown Baby A and Baby B to be growing on schedule. Heartbeats have been great – usually between 140-150 for each. They are smack in the middle of the growth chart, last time moving up to the 59th percentile (compared to singletons!). Last visit, at 30 weeks, they both weighed in at 3.7 lbs – the high end of the norm, according to ‘The Bump.’ Most times, their weights and heartbeats have been nearly identical – most recently, only a 1% differential (under 20% is considered normal). Amniotic fluid has been perfect – no sign of twin-to-twin-transfusion syndrome. Cervix has been long and closed the entire time.
The sono-tech told me, for mono-di twins, ‘everything looks perfect.’ Good movement, breathing, heartbeats, weight…perfect.
A sigh of relief and a prayer of thanks after every single appointment. Every single one has given a good – no, a great- report about our babies. It never fails to fill me with awe, considering so many risk factors, considering so many possible complications.
As I’ve gotten good report after good report, after holding my breath for months, I’m slowing exhaling – slowly – and believing that this is really going to happen.
I have been really cherishing every part of this pregnancy. I don’t take one second of it for granted. I have the typical pregnancy annoyances – leg cramps when I sleep, shortness of breath, pressure below the belly and on the top, crazy nose bleeds almost daily, waking up every few hours because I can’t get comfortable or I have to go to the bathroom…but I am grateful for it all. You’ll hear no complaints from me. All those things mean is that I’m actually pregnant with a healthy pregnancy.
My favorite part is the end of the day. After work, after dinner, I just lay on the couch and wait for them to move. Best. Feeling. Ever. It’s sometimes hard to know who I am feeling – there are arms and legs everywhere, but I just love feeling them kick and wiggle and bounce around. I seriously could lay there all day just feeling them move. Sometimes they tickle me, sometimes I see them moving and squiggling…but every time it reminds me my babies are doing good.
Babies are good – I’m the one who is having complications. Still on daily Lovenox injections. I failed my glucose tolerance test twice (Grrrr!) and have been diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Apparently, t’s pretty common in multiple pregnancies. Being a mild case, my doctor thought we could manage it with diet and exercise and doing the 4x a day finger-prick blood test. Well, after a week or two of testing, my numbers weren’t crazy high, but they were a little higher than they liked, especially my waking/fasting numbers. So, they started me on Metformin with my dinner to try to bring those numbers down.Basically, I just need to eat more protein with my carbs, and if I walk for about 15 minutes after a meal, that seems to do the trick. Not the end of the end of the world.
The plan for the last weeks is this: At week 32, my appointments will become weekly. Between 32-34 weeks, the babies will likely settle into their positions, and we can start to think about a birth plan. Babies will be delivered between 36-37 weeks. Right now, Baby A is in position – lower than B, head down. Baby B is transverse, with his/her head on the far side of my stomach. The doctor said that as long as A is in position, I can try naturally, and they can try to turn B, either internally or externally, after A comes out. However, there’s a chance B might still be breech, which would require an emergency C-section.
I’ll be honest. That plan doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want to end up in the scenario where I have to recover from a natural delivery AND a C-section. I just want these babies out in a way that has the least risk possible. If they leave it up to me, I’m going for a C-section unless they can assure me with some high odds that I will be able to deliver both naturally.
Last week, we went checked out the labor and delivery unit at the hospital. (Yikes! Definitely made it all more real!). The hospital has one of the best NICU departments on the island, should we need it. Each room is a private room, so that is definitely a plus. I feel so much better now that I can visualize where I’ll be.
Last Saturday, I had a shower given to me by the ladies at my church. It was the sweetest ever, and those ladies made us feel so loved and supported. On Friday, I had a work shower. All the teachers were waiting at the door when I came in with balloons to surprise me. We had a dress-down day (K-12), and they got all the kids to wear pink or blue in honor the shower! They had food throughout the day that started with ‘A’ or ‘B.’ Completely amazing and so over-the-top. This Saturday is the shower from my family. We have been totally overwhelmed by all the love and excitement for our babies. So humbling to know that our babies are so anticipated and loved already.
I have about 3 more weeks at school and praying I can make it to March 16. I am really big and cumbersome, and I admit, sometimes, I feel a bit like a spectacle with the kids. For the most part, they have been enthusiastic and interested, but I feel a little self-conscious sometimes. However, I am getting tired. My doctor keeps telling me not to push myself, but I sort of wish she would just give me orders to stop working. I think I’ll know when I’m done, though; right now, I have a little more left in me (not losing any pay is also a good motivator).
We are still working on the babies’ room. Lots still to do . My husband hurt his back shoveling snow, so that has slowed us down. But my parents got here over the weekend, his parents are coming from TN for the shower, and we have some other friends on stand-by to help. So, hopefully, we will get it together in time. Honestly, I don’t want this to stress me. As J. says, babies have been born for millennia without showers or nurseries, and the human race has survived just fine. While I roll my eyes, I know he is right. I want my focus just to be on the joy of these 2 little ones making their entrance, and I don’t want anything to rob me of that joy.
Just to give you a visual, this is me at 30 weeks:
Six more weeks of growing to go. They are supposed to add a 1/2 lb. a week…not sure where all that baby is going to fit! But we are on the home stretch. And I just can’t wait to meet these babies.