Nope, they aren’t here yet.
I had my last (*sniff*) ultrasound yesterday. The boys are looking beautiful, as always. They are starting to slow down ever-so-slightly with their growth, in that they are now just measuring a week ahead, instead of a week+. The ultrasound tech estimates that Baby A weighs 6 lbs 13 oz, and Baby B weighs 6 lbs 7 oz. She said that if her measurements are off, they are generally off within 1/2 lb either direction, but that she is mostly on target with her estimations. We’ll see… Baby A is now firmly, absolutely, decidedly head-up, with his head along the right side of my belly, feet crunched up on top of my cervix. Baby B (weirdo) has flipped himself so that he is also very much breech, but with his head at the center-top of my belly, butt on my lower left, with feet up by his head (in a semi-U shape). I think he tries to unfold himself every so often, because at times, it feels like he’s trying to climb out the top of my belly (sorry, kiddo, the exit’s the OTHER way…). He gets his head wedged up under my ribs, and just puuuuuushes.
Average twin gestation (based on as many sources as I could find, and on my doctor’s estimation, and my prior crappy doctor’s estimation, etc.) places their “due date” as June 6th (36.5 weeks being that average). June 6th has come and gone with nary a bit of progress. I really promise that I place little to no stock in the myth of a hard and fast due date. But all the same, I am very glad that I have been mentally set for a c-birth from the beginning of this pregnancy. Because left to their own devices, I suspect that these children would stay right where they are forEVER. Forever and ever and ever. And ever. There are no signs of impending labor. There is no progress with my cervix. Fluid levels are good. No real cramping. Nothing. And yes. This can absolutely change overnight, in the blink of an eye, etc., but at this point, all signs indicate that if we want to meet them any time soon, we will need to storm the castle, as it were.
I also had a non-stress test and a regular OB appointment as well. At the non-stress test, Baby A (as he has been doing for the prior two NSTs) was being completely twerpish. He’s sleepy, unmotivated, slow to respond, “diving” away from the monitor, but yet clearly okay. You can hear the accelerations, but each time his heart rate rises, he rolls away from the monitor so that it wouldn’t actually record the acceleration on the little paper thingy. If you haven’t had an NST before, the basic idea is that you monitor the babies, ideally tracking movements and associated rises in heart rate. You want to see a certain number and duration of times during which the heart rate rises. The heart rate (and contraction level) is recorded as a line on a piece of graph paper, which can then be reviewed by a doctor. So if the little line doesn’t show up on the paper, then the doctor can’t necessarily see that the baby is performing adequately. Luckily, the doctors at this office tend to believe the nurses who tell them that the babies seem to be doing okay, so I still haven’t had a ridiculously long appointment. But yesterday’s appointment resulted in a chafed belly from the nurse sliding and pressing the monitor all over the place, trying to chase Baby A. Meanwhile, Baby B was being a total showoff, performing *exactly* as he needed to. Sigh.
Anyhow, the OB appointment was fine. I’ll see him again next Monday, which will be my VERY LAST appointment EVER. And yes, I am totally cheering right now. He pronounced the babies perfect, and me perfect as well.
I have more to say, but my mom is on her way over here to pick me up to take me to the Farmer’s Market. More updating soon, including the story of how I apparently appeared to be a criminal of some sort to an elderly couple who live in the building where my parents are staying this summer…