34 weeks and the girls are cantaloupes! 34 weeks is awesome because their lungs are dooone! Yay developed lungs. At my ultrasound on Friday we could see them breathing in and out. Eeep.
Compared to last week, this week was surprisingly uneventful. Only one brief trip to L&D because my face suddenly puffed up. I wanted to just be like hey man, whatever about it, but I was vetoed. They checked my heart rate, blood pressure, urine, blood, blah blah blah. I was fine. Quickest trip to L&D yet!
On Wednesday I saw my OB for my regular scheduled appointment – what a shock. He doesn’t measure the babies, my perinatologist does that, so I was a little bummed that I didn’t get an update on the girls’ weights. Each time I get a new measurement of E & O I set a new mini goal. My last mini goal was over 3 lbs. My new mini goal is over 5 lbs. They are supposed to gain at the rate of ½ lb a week, so this is pretty feasible. I also would love them to be born with the ability to nurse. To do this, they have to have the ability to suck, swallow, breathe, in sync. This is something that babies “learn” in utero pretty close to their due date. I haven’t set that as a goal.. because I just don’t know.
My OB checked my cervix, no change. 2 cm dilated and 80% effaced. He still thinks about 36 is where I will land. I am not going to lie, it is getting harder and harder to want to keep these babies in. I am huge. People don’t even pretend they aren’t staring at me anymore. My back hurts, my stomach hurts (both inside and out), I am eating Tums like candy, I am starting to feel an enormous amount of pressure on my pelvis and back, baby kicks have gone from adorable to painful. I could go on, but I don’t need to throw myself a pity party here. Part of me says 36 weeks is awesome! The other part says 2 more weeks?! ARRRGHHHHH!!!! This is a mental marathon as much as it is a physical one. I have a growth and measurement appointment at 35 weeks which is one of the things that is helping me keep going. I like knowing how big they are. I don’t like surprises.
Rob was able to have his whole trip to England, for which I am grateful. I wanted him to go and enjoy himself so badly. Every time he talked to me I could tell he was concerned. I wanted him to be there as much as he could. I would say things like, I had heartburn today. He would be like.. and? And that’s it. That’s how boring it is over here. Go have fun. He brought back the most adorable baby clothes from his family and friends. English baby clothes seem to be more bunnies and pastels, less princesses and glitter. I LOVE IT.
Onto bump watch, 34 weeks!
Also, did you notice that fall exploded on our porch? Fall babies! To be honest, I really would prefer October babies. So as badly as I want them out, they can’t come earlier than Wednesday. Priorities, people.