I've been a sad, self-pitying sack lately.
I've decided to start posting updates and a photo every two weeks now. Baby A's amniotic fluid issue combined with how I've been feeling lately has made me begin to suspect that I won't make it until my scheduled C-section at 39 weeks. I know this date was very ambitious to begin with because twins seldom stay put that long, but I always imagined I'd make it until at least the beginning of November (I have to vote, after all!) Now? Not so sure.
So, I'm setting shorter goals for myself. As obviously all mothers do, I really, really want my babies to avoid NICU time. Of course, even full-term babies can end up there, but with multiples born early, the chances are much greater due to lung-development issues. The thought of coming home without them is killing me. I'll consider it an accomplishment to get to 34 weeks, and I hope Baby A's amniotic fluid issue lets me last that long. And then, each week after that I'll celebrate as a mini-milestone.
I had a bio-physical profile on Friday, which is basically an ultrasound where instead of taking measurements, the babies' breathing and movement is evaluated. The tech gave both babies an 8 out of a possible 8-the best score. So that was encouraging. Also, she thought there was a bit more amniotic fluid around Baby A than she remembered seeing the last time. Of course, a doctor must evaluate the test, but I was happy with that news.
In prep news, the babies' room has been painted, and yesterday the hubs and my mom's husband set up the cribs. Our guest room is a guest room no longer. My awesome friend Marie also found us another exersaucer at a huge consignment event, so that's one less thing I have to worry about (and yes, sad as it is, I was actually concerned about not finding an exersaucer in time for the twins to use it...when they're about 6 months old).
I still have massive organizing to do, we need to strip and paint one of my grandma's dressers, which she's giving us to use as a dresser/changing table for the twins room, we need to clean out the guest room closet, and myriad other things.
But we're getting there.Excuse the shitty picture. It was late. I'm still sick. And there is no such thing as a flattering picture of me taken lately.