Size of Babies: Not sure officially. I'm thinking they will get measured this week. I continue to grow, so I am hoping that that means that they are growing as well. Babycenter says that at around this stage they are about 18 inches long and weigh about 4.75 pounds (about a cantaloupe). I'd say it is completely believable that they would be about that same size. It does feel like I am carrying some melons around. In my belly, that is.
Weight Gain: It fluctuates, but anywhere from 40-50 pounds. (Sidenote: if you're a nurse and are recording weight, please don't tell the patient, "That's okay, honey. You're carrying two." Just keep your thoughts to yourself. And tell me I am glowing. And that I have really skinny ankles. And only one chin.
Belly: Good golly, Miss Molly. When I look down, my belly doesn't seem so huge. But then I look in the mirror. Or at pictures. Or when I wear clothes. Or when I lay down. Or when I can't breathe. Or walk. It's then that I realize that my belly keeps getting larger. It's kind of amazing actually. Like just when you think, "It can't stretch out anymore. It's just not possible," God goes ahead and is like, "That's funny. Let me stretch your tummy out a little further. Just far enough that when you try to squeeze past kids through a door, that you knock them over." That kind of thing. So, yeah. My belly is full of melon-sized babies. The bonus is that I get to rid gansta-style in my car with my seat so far back. Once again, it would be a lot cooler if I drove like that in a city. Not through Kansas fields.
I don't know what my actual fundal height is. Maybe about 2 or 3 yards by now? :)
Sleep: On the left side with intermissions throughout the night to pee and readjust my ear and knees. It's fine. I'm at least sleeping throughout most of the night.
Movement: Because baby melons are not able to spread out like they used to and since they are bigger, their movements are becoming painful and much more defined. I do absolutely love watching my belly form into different 3D shapes (sphere to cube to rectangular prism) when they move their arms and legs. I love the assurance that they are okay. But, I will be honest and say that it hurts.
1. I will never make fun of anyone's swollen feet or cankles again. You know what they say about karma? Well not only will she come back to get you, she comes back to get you and gives you ginormous Flinstone feet in the process. Lo siento, Min.
2. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday. I will not mention that I was there for 2 and 1/2 hours. Or that I was admitted to the hospital. Because those weren't the main events. (Seriously, I was admitted to the hospital but it was because I went there for my ultrasound and non-stress test. And I guess they have to admit you for anything. I was even asked if I would like visitors.).
- I am not dilated at all. Which means, hopefully, I still have several weeks to go before delivery.
- I do have some swelling in my feet and ankles. I knew this already from the elephant feet I have attached to my tree-trunk calves.
- Both babies passed their BPP ultrasound tests again (8 out of 8 points!). Of course, they did it on their time schedules, not mine. They still have great movement and tone, lots of fluid around them, and both performed their breathing exercises.
- We got to see Puckett sucking on her umbilical cord. Which is really cute. Until you think about it. And then it's gross. But then, whatever. She'll
probablyeat poop sometime in her life. So an umbilical cord is not a big deal.
- I don't know about how I/they did on the NST. They were moving like mad but because of that it was difficult to consistently monitor their heartbeats.
- Both babies are now head down.
- A date has not been chosen. A method has not been chosen. The method I pick is the one where they are are born alive and screaming and healthy.
- My goal is to make it to December 5 and not go past December 19. Anything in between is fine. Especially 12.12.12. Because that would be rad to have that birthday. And my nephew's birthday is the day before, my friend's is the 12th and my dad's is the 13th. But seriously. I don't care.
3. After my appointment I had nursing class. Since all the appointments took me forever, Dave had run and gotten me dinner. So, I was that pregnant lady in class with a thing of fries. And, Dave gets extra points for husband of the year award since he went with me to breastfeeding class. Thankfully, he was not the guy hiding his face or playing on his phone the whole time. That was another dude.
4. We had our first shower this past weekend which was hosted by D's work peeps. It was great fun to see and chat with people and eat delicious snacks and watch people drink delicious drinks. We also got some wonderful things for the twerps.
5. I also got this great, fantastic, beautiful, perfect diaper bag from my aunt (and uncle). She is an expert bag maker and she made this one for Dave and me. I know she probably didn't even notice, but I noticed her fabric choice:
On this side, two deer (for the twins) and one baby bird on the orange deer's back. I thought that was Nugget right away.
On the other side, there is a bigger bird flying, which is obviously Maggie. Imagine it. I don't have a picture. And then, the amazing inside of the bag. She even made a wet bag and a changing pad to match.
6. And finally, some clothes from my wonderful family in Germany. They will be the coolest cats in Kansas. Fergs agrees.
Did you read about this lady? And her triplet boys? She is a rockstar for sure. Just another reminder that I will get over my weight gain and remind myself that I am doing it for them and their health. I can't even imagine--20 pounds of baby? 4 gallons of milk? That doesn't even cover placentas, amniotic fluid, Twinkie remnants. Bless her. And her husband. And those little guys.