I keep meaning to post how we’re doing, but I don’t quite know how to phrase things without sounding crabby and complaining.
I am 35 weeks, 6 days. This is a huge deal. My midwife said getting to 36 weeks would be good, 37 would be better, and 38 would be perfect. My personal goal was to make it to November 19 so the older two and I could go see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, although I must say that the further along I get, the less important this goal seems.
The babies are doing great. At my last ultrasound three weeks ago, they were each around 5 pounds. They’re rocking the non-stress tests once a week, although I am slightly concerned by the fact that only one of them ever seems to want to cooperate at a time.
I’m not on bedrest exactly, but I have no energy to do anything. This makes nesting difficult and slightly anxiety producing. Mostly I just yell at other people to do stuff. We’re still homeschooling, although it’s pretty bare bones at this point. My hubby has taken over taking the 4 children to co-op on Fridays. Through a generous gift from friends, we hired a cleaning lady. We traded in our Town and Country for a Duggar van. We have the carseats installed and my hospital bag is packed. We’ll find out this week if at least Baby A is head down. They’re still flipping all over the place.
My blood pressure is up and my iron is low. My mood is all over the place. My belly button has disappeared. I look and feel like a baby elephant. Still, I’m not sure if I’m ready for it all to be over. Two babies on the inside are hard, but two babies on the outside will be something completely new to get used to!
(Twin belly at 31, 33, and 34 1/2 weeks, respectively)