Every time I sit at the laptop to write another Twin Pregnancy Diary entry I wonder if it might just be the last time. As I sit uncomfortably in my chair at my desk I also wonder how on earth I am still writing it. Could it possibly be much longer? I have given up to some degree though and no longer wondering if today will be the day. I’ve resigned myself to being the only woman in the history of the world who is going to be pregnant forever.
Well, until next Thursday, at least.
I went to have my final appointment with the Consultant’s team on Tuesday. It was a 3.15pm appointment which resulted in my not getting home until shortly before 7pm as I was sent up to triage for monitoring of the babies. I didn’t really mind as prefer to be safe than sorry and it did alleviate my concerns regarding their reduced movements. Both heartbeats are considered to be strong and healthy and the trace which the monitor reported back showed no signs of concern at all. To be on the safe side they also arranged for another scan to be carried out on the babies which again confirmed that they are growing fine and dandy. All fluids are fine, blood flow is great and there is nothing to worry about. Both babies seem to have gained weight well in the three weeks since the last scan, going from 4lb 3oz and 4lb 4oz respectively to 5lb 12oz approximately for the both of them. They’re doing well!
So now we are officially into the final countdown.
There is one week to go.
It still seems aaaages away. I know it will pass by but, good giddy aunt of mine, I am so uncomfortable that every day seems like a major hurdle to get through. The scan confirmed that I have one head engaged firmly down into my pelvis. As if that isn’t causing enough discomfort and pain there is a second head (thankfully from a second small person, and not a two-headed baby which would be likely to cause some degree of alarm I would imagine) wedged right up into my ribs.
I have no idea where my internal organs have gone. I look at my reflection and think that they cannot possibly be comfortable in there. There seems such little space left for them both and I can’t help but look at my butt and wonder why they don’t make their way over there. After all, there seems to be a copious amount of room over in that part of my body, given the rate at which it has grown over the last few months. They’d be able to live there until their twenties with space for on site parking and their own shopping centre.
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