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OB Appointment, 33w

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (5)· July 14th, 2007

For once, my OB appointment was not cancelled today. Of course, it was actually with the nurse practitioner, who is not part of the hospital on-call rotation, so that helps. In general, it was the usual brief, uneventful visit. I’ve gained more weight, not surprisingly, but I think a lot of it is fluid retention. Blood pressure remains fine, heartbeats were good and easy to find.

I talked to her briefly about delivery options. Well, alright, I know what the options are. Assuming they stay in the same positions (one vertex, one breech), it depends on who decides to present or engage first. If little miss breech wants to be the first one out, then there is no choice: c-section all the way. If vertex boy pushes her out of the way, it depends in part on which doctor is on call if and when I go into labor. My doctor and one or two others are willing to do a breech extraction of the second twin (especially since she’s smaller). Other doctors will not. And all that aside, my OB’s practice gives the choice of a c-section to all twin moms, even if both are head-down.

First, I asked the nurse practitioner (who I love, by the way) whether she would prefer/recommend having the “choice” made ahead of time, if there ends up a choice to be made. For her two cents, she felt like she was personally more of a “planner,” and therefore would want to have her mind made up. This very much resonated with me, as I like to know as much as I can ahead of time. She then said that if she was in the situation of having twins and both were head down, she’d go for the vaginal. But, if it was her, if one of the babies was breech, she’d go for the c-section and not run the risk of the breech one getting stuck or not turning. This was absolutely her opinion, and I did not feel like she was suggesting that I ought to do the same thing. I had asked her personal opinion, and she gave it.

And you know what? In many ways, it was exactly what I wanted to hear. That pretty much sums up how I’ve felt all along. If by some miracle little miss manages to flip over again and her larger brother is presenting first, I might be willing to attempt the vaginal birth. But in pretty much any other situation, I really think I’m going to choose the c-section. It’s not without risk, and I know many people would choose differently. But this feels like the right decision for me.

I also asked when they might start talking about scheduling a c-section, in case I should go all the way to 37-38 weeks. She said I could absolutely start having that conversation with my OB at my next appointment (next week. yes, now they’re all weekly). Though I know I could just as easily go into labor on my own, I think it would be nice to have a date scheduled so that I have an actual end-point in sight.

So, what do you think would make a good birthday between August 10 and August 17 (37-38w)? Is a particular day of the week more desirable for any reason? I’m not really one to go for superstition or numerology, so I’d probably just as soon take whatever day they give me. But do chime in if you think any of those days is more auspicious than another!

(OK, funny thing. I just checked our family tree for other birthdays in that week. Turns out the only other twins in our families, one on my side and one on his, were born on the 15th and 16th of August. And as both sets are children of our male cousins, it has absolutely no impact on the fact that we are having twins. Just a very strange coincidence.)

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Categories : OB Appointments, Pregnancy

Tags : c-section

Hospital day, 32w6d

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (0)· July 12th, 2007

Today was the usual BPP/NST combo at the hospital.

The ultrasound (BPP) went well. Plenty of fluid, both babies moving around well, etc. We’ve almost stopped referring to either one of them as baby A or B. Neither of them is at all engaged in my pelvis, so it remains to be seen who will “present” first. Baby boy is still head-down, and baby girl seems quite comfortable staying breech. The funniest moment of the ultrasound was when we were getting a good look at baby boy’s face. It was a nice profile shot, and we could see him not only moving his mouth, but sticking out his tongue! We tried to get a 3D picture of it, but no luck. But while we were watching, in the fluid space next to his face, we suddenly saw a shape that looked mysteriously like a little foot! Indeed, his sister was sticking her foot right by his face. The still picture we got doesn’t do it justice. It was pretty neat in motion. In the end, we got a nice profile of baby boy, and a 3D of baby girl:

The non-stress test took a little longer than intended. Both babies were a little more cooperative when it came to being monitored, so that was a good thing. The nurse didn’t need to stand over me, holding the sensors just so on my belly. But after about 20-30 minutes, while baby boy’s heart rate was moving all around as they like to see, baby girl was being pretty steady and quiet (“nonreactive”). I tried drinking some ginger ale to see if the sugar got her going, but that didn’t seem to quite work. So the nurse suggested we get “the zapper.” Needless to say, this was alarming to me. It sounded like she was going to get a taser and stun the baby. But in fact, the zapper is just a little hand-held wand that looks rather like the doppler that OBs use to hear the heartbeat. But instead, you put this one up to the side of the belly where little miss sleepyhead lives, press a button, and it makes a short buzzer sound. That’s all. And, as it turned out, that’s what it took to wake her up and get the readings we were looking for. She even developed an amusing case of the hiccups. Sorry for the disturbance, my dear. We just needed to make sure you were OK in there.

In the end, another good day. I had a couple of contractions while on the monitor, but not too many, and they didn’t seem to bother anyone. Though I know a good result today is no guarantee of what tomorrow will hold, each successful testing session makes me feel like I’ve “made it” for another week. Tomorrow, I’ll be 33 weeks. Discomforts notwithstanding… it just keeps getting better. I can scarcely imagine how far I’ve come. 35 weeks is a big goal for me, and it’s only two short weeks away! 36-plus would be better, and if I start to go past 37, I might lose my mind. But it’s all just so soon!

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Categories : Hospital, Pregnancy, Ultrasounds

Tags : 3D ultrasound, nonreactive, NST/BPP

My boobs, my choice

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (4)· July 10th, 2007

Last week we took a class through the hospital on breastfeeding. I have a very actively pro-breastfeeding hospital, so not only do they really encourage it and have lactation consultants on staff in the maternity ward, but they have a full Outpatient Lactation Center. They run a weekly moms’ group, offer one-on-one LC appointments, and even have a small shop of accessories like pillows, pumps, and nursing bras.

The class was taught by a nurse who reminded me very much of my mother-in-law (who is also a nurse). Same age, very practical and matter-of-fact. She gave a great overview of how breastmilk production actually works, and what to expect in the first couple of days. She didn’t go into great detail about all of the complications that can arise, but the point she hammered home was that you should get lots of help in the hospital, and make sure to set up an LC appointment within a few days of discharge. I’m not sure if I got a ton of brand new information out of the two-hour class, but I definitely left feeling more confident. It was great to see holds and latching demonstrated (even if it was with a doll), and to have a somewhat concrete idea of what to expect.

But my favorite part of the class was the instructor’s reaction to me being the only one in the room expecting twins. Or, rather, her non-reaction. Periodically through the class, she’d turn to my husband and me and suggest some different approach we’d take. She demonstrated a tandem hold as if it was no more unusual than a yoga teacher giving a modification to someone with a bad knee. While the rest of the class was looking at us, mouths agape, with the “better you than me” face on, the nurse talked to us as though it was the most normal variation in the world. It was incredibly refreshing.

I get a somewhat surprising amount of flak when I say I intend to breastfeed the twins. Like almost anything twin-related, this news seems to be greeted with a combination of fascination and fear. All but the most devoted lactators seem to think I’m nuts. Certainly, people who already have reservations about breastfeeding regard the idea of double duty as truly crossing the line from possible to insanity. Even those who would support breastfeeding, at least in theory, don’t understand how I could possibly manage doing it for two. Certainly, I’ll have to supplement with formula, as having enough milk to feed two just can’t be possible. In the end, nearly everyone is flabbergasted, and at best suggest that I’m foolishly naive.

Though I don’t anticipate becoming a lactation consultant myself, I’m finding myself amazed at the lack of knowledge and abundance of misinformation people gather about breastfeeding. Most clearly is the whole idea of supply and demand. So many new moms seem to think that they “aren’t producing enough” at the beginning (which is unlikely), and therefore supplement with formula, and then wonder why their supply doesn’t ever increase. They figure they just weren’t made for breastfeeding and give up. But if you take one class or read one book, you’ll know that milk supply is largely about making as much as you demonstrate you need. If you nurse a lot, you’ll make a lot. Certainly good nutrition and adequate hydration are also key factors, but barring unlikely complications, there’s no reason someone “can’t make enough” to feed one baby, much less two or three. That’s just how it works.

I think a lot of people assume that, since breastfeeding is “natural,” then they’ll just be able to do it without much thought or effort. After all, it’s natural. So if it doesn’t work right away, then clearly there’s something wrong with your wiring and you just aren’t going to be able to do it. The number of people who give up after two days, who never get help from a nurse or lactation consultant, just makes me sad. I don’t think any of these women are bad people. I think they’re stressed out new moms who just want to do the best for their babies, and if they don’t think their babies are being fed enough, they’ll do what they need to do. I just feel like, if they had only had some education, training, and support… so many more women could be successful.

This is not to say I have any problem with any mom who elects to formula feed. I won’t insist or really even suggest that breastfeeding is the right choice for everyone. Whichever method someone chooses, I think every mom has the right to make the choice that is best for baby and for mom. But I just wish that these could be a: more often fully-informed choices, and b: choices that people have the tools to follow through on.

So yes, people think I’m nuts for wanting to breastfeed my twins. And maybe I’ll find it just doesn’t work out or end up being the right choice for us. But right now, it’s the choice I’m aiming for. And I already feel like I’ve set myself up for success more than lots of other singleton moms out there. I’ve taken a class and done my reading, and talked to moms who have done it. I know it will start out difficult, I know I will need to visit the lactation consultant at least once, and I know I will question my choice. But I’m going into it with the belief that I will succeed. And why not?

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Categories : Feeding, Infants, Learning/Classes, Pregnancy

Tags : Breastfeeding, lactation consultant, prenatal education

Missing Out

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (0)· July 8th, 2007

Last night was my brother’s wedding. While he and I have never been terribly close, we get along a whole lot better these days. Oh, we were absolutely at each other’s throats as kids. At only 17 months younger than me, he was never “little” enough for me to write him off as just being my stupid little brother. I was a pretty sensitive little thing, and he was an angry biter. He quickly grew bigger than me around middle or early high school, and while I was the more awkward music geek, he was the cockier, more popular athlete. It wasn’t pretty for a while.

But once we were both in college, the vehemence with which we hated each other began to subside. It helped to be older, and it really helped that we no longer lived in the same state, much less under the same roof. I’ve let go of much of my hypersensitivity, and he’s grown up a lot (and stopped throwing cats in the tub while I was taking a bath). We don’t talk that often, and we don’t have tons of things in common. But we get along now. He calls while he’s on the road to ask about the pregnancy, I call and see how the new condo is coming.

14 months ago, he got engaged to his long-time (and delightful) girlfriend. I suppose everyone knew it was coming, but we were of course excited all the same. They’re a great couple, and we’re thrilled to bring her into our large, crazy family (where she’s really been for years). They set the date for more than a year away – the thoroughly-hyped 07/07/07. We didn’t realize at the time what a frenzy the date would become, we just thought it would be a great way to never forget your anniversary.

The planning was frantic, due to an over-involved mother, having way too much time to plan, and the fact that they would get married in San Diego, despite living in Chicago. It was always so far away, we feared it would just go on and on forever and never die. But frenzy aside, we knew it would be a great party. And my family never misses out on a great party. And hey, for the first time, I was actually going to be a bridesmaid! I was honored to be asked, way back in July 2006. The day my future sister-in-law asked me to be in their wedding was less than a week after last summer’s chemical pregnancy. I knew we’d keep trying to get pregnant, and that could throw a wrench in the plans (I didn’t think she was exactly looking for maternity bridesmaid dresses), but you can never know. When I got pregnant the second time, I was due in mid-May. I considered the possibility of travelling with an 8-week-old, but figured I’d find a way to make it work. It was, after all, my brother’s wedding. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

And then it was January, and I was pregnant again. By about a week into my pregnancy, it hit me. Not only was I pregnant, with twins no less, but a quick peek at an online due date calculator revealed the news. I would be 32 weeks pregnant for the weekend of the wedding. I knew immediately what the ruling would be. I would not be allowed to go. If it had even been a singleton pregnancy, I might be able to get away with it. But not with twins. At my first appointment, the nurse practitioner confirmed what I already knew. Too high a risk for preterm labor and other complications. No way.

When I told the family I was pregnant, I came right out with it and said I wouldn’t be able to go to the wedding. All were bummed, myself included, but it was just a caveat to otherwise good news. And it was so far away, it was hard for it to really sink in.

A couple of weeks ago, it really started to sink in. I talked to my mom, and she was busy getting her dress hemmed and packing for her flight. My brother was having issues with his tuxedo jacket, my dad was getting a last-minute haircut. And here I was, sitting on the couch trying to elevate my swollen feet. No dress to pack, no arrangements to make. No parties to attend, no pictures to take.

There was nothing to be done about it, of course. Who could have predicted all of this? It’s not like I’d really change it if I could. I can’t even be mad at the circumstance. But still, I was awfully bummed. This past week, it seemed like my mom called twice a day. She could hardly believe it, herself. Son getting married, daughter not there. My dad had tried coming up with a variety of schemes over the last few months, including trying for some kind of video conference and a projector. I insisted that I would not take away the attention from my brother’s big day.

So, yesterday I got a few calls. I talked to my brother in the morning, who was excited but starting to get a little nervous. My mom called from the car on the way to the wedding site, and all of my aunts and cousins shouted hello over the cell phone. My dad called after the ceremony, told me who cried (everyone), and managed to send a couple of pictures from his phone. It was a three-hour time difference, after all, so by the time the party got underway I was asleep. Hopefully I’ll get more of a run-down today or tomorrow, and I can’t wait for people to send more pictures. I have no doubt it was a rockin good time. My husband and I reminisced about our own wedding extravaganza nearly three years ago, and looked at some old pictures. I’m sad I missed out on this party, sad that I missed crying at my brother’s wedding. But I can only hope they had as much fun as we did when it was our turn.

A hearty congratulations to my brother and his new wife. It’s been many years in coming, and we couldn’t be happier for them. I’m sad I missed the fun, but it sounds like everything was just as they’d hoped it would be. Courtesy of my dad, here’s a picture I might have otherwise been in…

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Categories : Family

Tags : brother, restrictions, wedding

Hot fun in the summertime

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (0)· July 7th, 2007

I always feared having a summer due date. Especially the end of summer. When we talked about getting pregnant, I thought I’d want to avoid having my 3rd trimester in height of the summer, no matter what.

As we know, we make plans and God laughs. So, here I am. July. 32 weeks pregnant with twins. My “due date” (such that it is) is August 31st. Riiight.

It’s not that I dislike summer. I mean really, who could hate summer? It’s sunny, warm, cheery, relaxed, and filled with grilled meat and popsicles. These are all good things. But in all honesty, I just don’t deal well with the heat. Never have. For one thing, I sweat. Can’t help it. Deodorant can only go so far. And a characteristic inherited from my mom’s whole family is the sweaty upper lip. As soon as it gets warm, we’re all a little damp under the nose. What can you do? In short, as nice as the warmth is, I get pretty uncomfortable in heat over the mid-80s. My dad loves the 110-degree days in Palm Springs, but not me. So, naturally, I thought the prospect of having all of this extra weight and discomfort during the hottest time of year sounded like a death sentence.

And frankly, the three 90+ degree days we’ve had here in Massachusetts have been particularly rough. I leave the air-conditioned splendor of my office, and within 45 minutes of arriving home, I have completely wilted. Any remaining drop of energy has been sucked right out of me. I climb up to our room (where our a/c unit resides, thankfully) and call it an early bedtime. We’ve got two more of those days coming tomorrow and Monday, and I’m not looking forward to it.

That said, I have discovered that there are, indeed, several positive things about being super-pregnant in the middle of the summer. As I’m trying to look on the bright side, here they are:

Work schedule – This has worked out more perfectly than I could have predicted. Since I work in higher education, you’d think it would be ideal to have a due date around graduation and just be gone the whole summer (which is what would have happened if my last pregnancy had worked out). There are a few problems with that logic, though. For one, since I’m not really planning on going back to work, this would have put my coworkers in the very difficult position of suddenly scrambling to hire someone at the busiest time of year. The fact that I’m guaranteed to be out for the majority of the fall semester just makes planning that much easier. PLUS, since work is extremely quiet in the summer, it’s a good time of year to have limited productivity. As I’m finding myself easily distracted and frequently tired, it’s good that I don’t have too many important things going on (like, say, graduation).
Maternity Clothes – This ties into my job, to an extent, since I work in a very casual environment. But it’s pretty nice to be able to spend most days in shorts or a skirt and some variety of t-shirt. I can also get away with frequent wearings, since summer is inherently more casual. I don’t need a bunch of dress pants, button down shirts, or sweaters. Not to mention an actual warm jacket. No, by the time I started to outgrow my fleece jacket, the temperatures were cooperating as well. I love that the maternity clothes I need are light, easy, and pretty darn inexpensive. Oh, and I wear flip-flops every day. Which is good, since they’re the only shoes that fit.
Food – Normally, I love too cook almost every night. As you might imagine, however, that has fallen off dramatically as the pregnancy progresses. I just don’t have the energy, after I get home, to do all of that chopping and prepping and maintenance. And while that’s really too bad in some ways, it’s at least easier to get away with in the summer. We do get takeout a bit too frequently, but because it’s nice out, we manage to just throw things on the grill more nights than not. This is good on all fronts. Certainly, food prep is pretty easy. Maybe make some hamburger patties or a quick marinade, but mostly you take the piece of meat and put it over the fire. This also helps by creating minimal cleanup after the fact, which is always a plus, as well as keeps the kitchen relatively cool since we aren’t turning on the oven as often. Yep, most nights at our house involve hamburgers, chicken thighs, or bratwurst. And maybe some nice, fresh corn. Not too shabby. Also nice that there are plenty of tasty fruits in season.
Ice cream – Yes, it gets it’s own listing, separate from just plain food. I’m a big ice cream fan, all year round. But when summer nears, I bust out my Cuisinart Ice Cream Maker at least once a week. Why? One word: strawberries. There is nothing quite so divine as homemade fresh strawberry ice cream. Strawberries, lemon juice, sugar, milk, and cream. That’s it. YUM. I’ve also branched out and made peach, chocolate (which was tricky, but I’ve got it down), and my new favorite: chocolate banana. Fresh ice cream is the best. Easy to make, ridiculously tasty… and calcium! I swear, I’m supposed to have more calcium!

So yes, the heat drains what little energy I have remaining, and helps my feet reach new and terrifying dimensions. But I’m learning it’s not all bad. There are definite perks to being pregnant in the summer.

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Categories : Cooking, Pregnancy, Working

Tags : discomfort, heat, ice cream, maternity clothes, summer

Thirty-two weeks

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (1)· July 6th, 2007

Today is a good day. Oh sure, I slept badly last night, my hips are killing me, my ankles are swelling back up, and two of my fingers have gone numb. But that’s OK. Because today, I am 32 weeks pregnant.

I am officially out of the biggest danger zone of preterm labor and birth. My doctor said 28-32 is when they worry the most, because the risk of going into preterm labor is relatively high, while the babies’ outcomes are more in question. Yes, I still have several more weeks that would be considered preterm, but babies born at this point and later tend to do quite well in the long term even if they have to stay in the NICU for a while.

Because of this ever-lowering risk level, if I were to go into labor at any point from now on (which seems unlikely, given my cervix of steel), I would be free to go to my nearby community hospital, instead of needing to go to one of the larger teaching hospitals downtown. Not that I have any problem with those hospitals, and my sister-in-law is even a medical student on her OB rotation at said hospital right now. But it’s nice to know that “my” hospital can handle much of what I could throw at them at this point. And if the babies needed to stay in the hospital for a while longer than me, I wouldn’t have to get myself all the way downtown to see them.

I’ve also been struck by how very close to the end I now am. At the most, I have three weeks left of work. I used to think that working to 35 weeks was a pipe dream. Now it seems like a fait accompli. Heck, it’s worth it to keep coming for the air conditioning, alone.

At the most, I have six weeks remaining of this pregnancy. Yes, each day has crept by, same as the day before. Yet somehow… six weeks? Wow. And it could be even sooner, who knows. Suddenly things are seeming a bit more urgent. Time to wash the onesies, pack the hospital bag. Time to make arrangements for the dog while we’re in the hospital. Heck, time to stop putting off trading my car in for the minivan we’ve been talking about. After that, we can even install the carseats. Holy crap.

But here I am, 32 weeks. I had so hoped that I would make it to this point, that no emergencies would arise and cause something to happen before now. Not to jinx anything, but I feel like a particular chunk of worry has fallen off of my shoulders. Sure, there’s still plenty to worry about, and I won’t be neglecting any of it. But this is just one less thing.

Now if I can make it to 35 or 36… August, here I come.

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Categories : Milestones, Pregnancy, Working

Tags : pregnancy symptoms, preterm labor

Hospital Day, 31w6d

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (0)· July 5th, 2007

Today was the usual ultrasound, non-stress-test routine at the hospital. The ultrasound went pretty well. While the size discrepancy between the twins is widening somewhat, my little girl is still growing. The past several checks, she had gone up just about a half pound (8 oz) over the course of two weeks. This time, she was up 12 oz to 3lb, 4oz. Not an enormous growth spurt, I suppose, but a good thing nonetheless. Her brother keeps packing it on, putting on yet another 16 oz to reach 4lb, 9oz. He is still vertex, she is still breech, and they are both way the heck up in my ribcage. As I am nearly 32 weeks, today also marked my last cervix check via ultrasound. Just like at my very first appointment with the perinatologist, 14 weeks ago, Iron Cervix is holding steady at an absolutely ridiculous 4.3cm. That’s kind of insane for even a singleton pregnancy at this point. But it appears my occasional contractions, combined with a whopping 7lb, 13oz of baby, is having absolutely no effect on my cervix. Guess they’re not intending to make their entrance any time soon. Oh, and another good day for the biophysical profile: plenty of fluid, practicing breathing, good movement, etc.

If I caught the notes correctly, little girl is trailing off in the percentiles race again, but is not yet what you would call growth-restricted. So, we’ll keep on plugging. My peri told me they’d deliver me under any of the following circumstances: baby girl stops growing or falls below the 10th percentile, either of them start to do poorly on the biophysical profile or non-stress tests, or I reach 37-38 weeks. Certainly there are other potential complications out there, but those are the three main things she’s looking for. Depending on the next growth check in two weeks, they also might have me come in for the BPP and NST twice per week instead of once. Presumably that’s if she still isn’t growing all that much and they’ll want to keep an eye on her just in case she starts to show any distress.

Today’s non-stress test also went just fine. Took a while to get them on the monitor, because they kept moving around and kicking the sensors. But eventually we got some good tracking, and the nurse pronounced herself happy with the results. Sounds good to me! My blood pressure seems to be creeping up just a little, but we’ll see how it looks at next week’s OB checkup.

That’s the news that’s fit to print from here. We’re off to a breastfeeding class this evening, which is our final prenatal class. I can’t believe we’re already here!

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Categories : Hospital, Pregnancy, Ultrasounds

Tags : cervical length, discordant growth, NST/BPP, perinatologist

Fast Forward

By Goddess in Progress · Comments (1)· July 2nd, 2007

I’m sorry. What day is it? What do you mean, July second? No, no. That can’t be. You see, for the entirety of this pregnancy, I have been thinking about July. For one thing, it was far away. Very far away. July was on my mind from the very beginning, because it was July when my brother was going to get married in San Diego. The wedding that, as soon as I found out I was having twins, I knew I would have to miss. What do you mean that’s in five days? I remember finding out that the last Harry Potter book was being released on July 21. I did some quick counting and realized that would make me 34 weeks pregnant… and hoped I’d make it that far. Suddenly it’s less than three weeks away.

July, in my mind, was the true final lap of the pregnancy. It was like Thursday. I had an orchestra director in high school who maintained that the day of the week that we should really celebrate was Thursday, because once you made it to Friday, you were really already at the weekend. It was getting through Thursday that was the real accomplishment. July is the Thursday of my pregnancy (with the very real possibility of not going to school on Friday). Early July had a big milestone that I wanted to reach – 32 weeks. After 32 weeks, I wouldn’t have to go all the way downtown, but could deliver at my hospital. Mentally, 34 weeks is a big step for me, since that’s when I was born, and obviously I made it OK. Maybe I’d make it to 34 weeks. And anything after 35 weeks seemed like bonus time. But those were far-off, theoretical dates. They were in July.

And yet, here we are. The second day of July. People are starting to get on planes to head for my brother’s wedding. My Harry Potter book is preordered from Amazon.com. My breastfeeding class (I worried that I might have scheduled it too late – what if I went early?!) is on Thursday. On Friday, I’ll be 32 weeks pregnant. When did all of this happen? Who has been holding down the fast-forward button?

Even though Friday is a big milestone as far as safety and viability and all of that, I don’t want them to be born next week. I want them to stay inside, develop their lungs, and cook a little longer. Even if it means my feet look like softballs and carpal tunnel is making it so my fingers are numb. But here we are, in July. The end isn’t in particularly sharp focus, but it’s definitely in sight. How strange is that?

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Categories : Milestones, Pregnancy

Tags : pregnancy symptoms, preterm labor