No real pictures today, except this horrifying one that I just took.
In my defense, this is before I have eaten or showered, and I don't normally make that goofy face.
But voila! 33 Weeks.
3 weeks left.
Hopefully more than 3 weeks is left, but I meet with several doctors (since I now have to go to the doctor 5 times each freaking week) and two have suggested inducing me at 36 weeks, and one said anything after 36 is just "frosting on the cake" and I could be induced anytime after, and if labor starts on it's own they won't stop it.
I would LIKE to go into labor on my own, but we'll see what happens by the end of the month.
Anyway, the boys are still doing awesome and perfect. Of course.
Two weeks ago Baby A was 3lbs 11oz
and Baby B was 3lbs 10oz
and as of yesterday they weigh (drumroll):
Baby A: 4lbs 7oz (which means he gained 13oz... if I can do math correctly)
Baby B: 4lbs 11oz (which means he gained over a pound!)
Pretend I was only pregnant with one giant baby for a moment.
That's a 9lb 2oz baby.
Pretty respectable, if I do say so myself.
And remember when I said I have to go to the dr. 5 times a week?
Here's my schedule:
1 regular doctor's appointment a week.
1 ultrasound or AFI a week (measurement of the amniotic fluid in each boy's sack).
2 NSTs a week (measurement of contractions, movement and the heartbeats of each boy).
1 Lamaze class a week (which I think counts, because it's run by a nurse and held at the hospital).
Being pregnant is a full time job. People keep saying to me, "Want to trade places and you can go to work and I'll stay home and eat and sleep and be pregnant all day?"
Then they chortle, because obviously they think being pregnant is a cake walk.
It's not. It's hard work.
But, clearly, all my hard work is paying off. Such big boys.
They're going to be so freaking cute.
and hopefully chubby.
I pray for chubby babies.