(33) Todays the day!

I am feeling a little apprehensive lying in the hospital bed all by myself.  This is not how I envisioned things would be today.  I guess I thought I’d be surrounded by family and ‘extended family’.  But I suppose that will be the case soon enough.   Tom left to help Kaela.  On her way home from Corvallis, she got stranded on an ice-covered road behind a driver who partially slid off the road.  Like I need something else to worry me!  After rescuing Kaela, he plans to head back to work, mainly to wrap up some things and get his laptop.  If I have these guys soon, Tom will be taking a few weeks off to help me.  I have a feeling the boys will be delivered today, but despite all my current pregnancy discomforts, I really don’t want this yet.  I know the longer they stay inside of me, the better the chance they’ll not need to go to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit).  I am 35 weeks, 6 days along -- well beyond any significant risk -- but if born today, they would still be considered late-preterm babies.  Babies born at this time can be less physiologically and metabolically mature than full term babies, but because they are twins, they naturally mature faster than a singleton.  So despite the possibility of early delivery, I really feel the boys are perfectly fine.   Once again, I am trying to stay positive.  My ongoing motto is B Positive!   

The nurses check on me periodically.  My blood pressure is elevated, but this time not from “white coat syndrome.  It’s real.  The results from my “pee tank” confirm that I am in the beginning stages of preeclampsia.  It’s starting to look more and more like today, Friday November 14, 2014 will be the birthday of Noah and Beckom Benson.

Then I meet Dr. Warnock for the first time.  He is working surgical births tonight.  He works for the hospital, not for the group of doctors I have been seeing for the last 8 months.  He’s really nice, but I’m a little sad because I really wanted Dr. Winkler to deliver these boys.  Based on the preeclampsia results, he announces “Today’s the day.  These boys need to come out or you are all at risk”.  I guess I knew this was coming.  The doctor asked me if I wanted to try a vaginal birth.  From the beginning, I was prepared for (and requested) a c-section.  I had one before with my son so I knew I could handle it.  I politely refuse.  To me, having a vaginal birth is really personal and it just didn’t feel right to me as a Gestational Carrier.  Plus doing it with twins scares me.  He says, “Okay, then you’re on the schedule for 6:30pm”.  Holy Crap, here we go!  This is really happening!

I immediately text Holly with “Todays the day!”, and   “I’m next in line for surgery”.  She calls right back, crying and giggling with excitement.  She says “Really?!  We have been waiting for this day and here we go”.  Next I text Tom, asking him to please come back since it’s a go.  Tom didn’t expect this, and is maybe little mad at himself for leaving me.  I assure him all is well.  I’ll be right here when he gets back. 

When the Dr. Warnock came back in to check on things, I asked about Dr. Winkler.  I really want him to do the c-section.  I let Dr. Warnock know that I had nothing against him.  It’s just that Dr. Winkler has been a key part of this very special journey.  He says he understands, but unless Dr. Winkler (who is not on duty or on call) magically shows up to do it, he’s the guy.  Sigh…   I also take this opportunity to ask him about who can be in the delivery room.  He tells me it is all up to the Anesthesiologist.  Luckily, we’ll have the same Anesthesiologist Dr. Merrill had already talked to 4 or 5 months ago.  I hope he has a good memory.  He said yes to Holly, Darren, and Tom then.  Hopefully it is still a yes today.

Holly, Darren and Tom all show up at the hospital around the same time.  I can’t even describe the expression on Holly’s face.  She simply can’t suppress her ear to ear smile, and her dimples are fully out on display.  She’s nervous, but so so so happy.  We take a few pre-birth pictures.  When the  anesthesiologist comes in, we all ask with huge smiles “can all of us be in the operating room?”.  We didn’t say it out loud, but our faces were saying “pretty please…pretty please…pretty please!”.  To our relief, he had no objections, quickly answering with “Sure!”

Birth

About 6:00 pm they wheel me into the operating room to prep for surgery.  I leave Tom, Holly and Darren to gown up for our “extreme event”.  It’s a little surreal to think this is all coming to an end, and in less than an hour we will all get to meet the boys who have been growing inside me for the last 8 months.  I arrive in OR3 to bright lights and a whole lot of fancy equipment.  I can see two warmers off to one side that in just a short while these two will occupy.  When we get in there, I’m told to carefully slide over to the operating table.  Yeah, haha okay, I’ll just shimmy my 192lb body over (I stepped on the scale at my Dr. appointment) so yeah, final weight = 192!  Eeek!  Then they tell me I need to roll into a ball so the anesthesiologist can do his magic.  Again, I laugh to myself.  Roll into a ball?  I am already a ball!  I do the best I can.  It is the most awkward feeling.  I can’t help to feel like I’m squishing the poor boys to death.  Luckily, it was over pretty quickly.  Then my lovely nurses tell me it’s time for the catheter.  Oh boy, I forgot about that gem.  So even though I’ve had my lower extremities invaded on multiple occasions for the last 8 months, this feels the worse.  The room is so bright, and all I can think right now is thank goodness I recently went to my sugaring appointment.  If you’ve never been sugared, Google it. If you are in the Portland, OR area I recommend Sugar Bee's All Natural Hair Removal! Lacie is AWESOME!  You’ll thank me later. 

After I’m all prepped and covered up, they bring in Holly, Darren and Tom.  They direct Tom to stand by my head and Holly and Darren to sit in chairs at my feet.  As we’re waiting patiently, our nurse informs us that Dr. Winkler is scrubbing in to help with my C-sec.  I am so happy I seriously want to dance, but obviously I can’t at the moment.  Apparently he was checking on my status, since he sent me for observation.  (Afterwards, the nurses whispered to me: “You must be very special.  Doctors NEVER do this.”).  The actual caesarian and delivery occurred quickly.   Dr. Winkler and Dr. Warnock really don’t mess around.  They give a few instructions, check to make sure I am numb then start cutting me open.  They are calm, confident, and even chat about a conference they are both attending. They also find out that some of my Rn’s are also attending.  They started making plans.  Yeah, no big deal, we’re just birthing some babies here.  We find out later that when the doctors are chatty during surgery, it’s sign that everything is looking good! 

When Dr. Winkler has my belly open, he says “All right, we’ll have babies in less than a minute”.  Tom is peaking over my drape to watch.   I thought he’d be too be grossed out to watch, but I find out later that he couldn’t see the actual incision anyway.  First out is “baby A” (Noah), as he is closest to the cervix.  Then Dr. Winkler announces “baby B will be out in less 39 seconds”.  It is such a random time, that we all remember it.  I can’t see anyone but Tom, so I’m trying to move my drape to see the warmers.  If I could JUST MOVE THE DRAPE!  My sweet anesthesiologist gives me a hand by moving my drape a little so I can see.  I think he really just wanted me to stop moving.  I don’t see much, but I can tell they have each baby at a warmer.  When I finally hear the cry of a newborn babe, my tears start flowing.  I can also hear Holly softly sobbing with joy.  It’s a comforting sound because I know she is watching her LIVE little boys take their first breaths.  I learn later that Noah struggled a little to take his first breath.  So even though Noah was born first, Beckom was the first to breathe.  I faintly hear the nurse with Beckom say to Holly “Come here momma and carry your son to the scale”.  Soon after, as I’m still lying on the operating table, Holly comes over so Beckom and I can meet.  I am instantly in love!  He has this squishy little worried look on his face that just melts my heart.  He is just perfect! 

They have Holly and Darren carry the boys to my recovery room so Holly can nurse them.  Tom stays with me while they staple me up.  All the while, the doctors are still chatting away.  I think to myself, these guys would all be so cool to work with.

When they wheel me back to the recovery room, Holly and Darren are there admiring their beautiful new little boys.  Holly has nursed both of them and Noah is in her shirt for the skin contact.  The nurses ask Holly if they can put Beckom on my chest, and she says yes.  This is something they didn’t do back when my children were born.  Newborns can’t regulate their temperatures very well, so having skin to skin contact is a good way to help.  The nurse unbundles Beckom and lays him on my chest.  Even though he is small, I think “How did he and his brother fit in my stomach?”  It doesn’t seem possible.  

Amazingly, even though they were born 4 weeks early, they didn’t need any Neonatal assistance.  Once Noah started to breathe, it was never an issue again.  Noah was the “heavyweight”, weighing in at 5lbs 13oz.  Beckom was two ounces lighter at 5lbs 11oz. I had almost 12 POUNDS OF BABY IN ME!

Oh my god, we did it! 🎉👐

Holly

Darren

Here we go!

Last picture of them inside of me

Mom and Dad - You can see the pure JOY of this moment!

     

(32) Two weeks to go.....

I’m up bright and early as usual, because I have two little alarm clocks.  One kicks my ribs while the other punches my bladder.  Somehow, this wakes me up every time.  They’re getting ready to be born, since both have been “head down” for a few weeks now.  Their positions don’t matter though, since my little passengers are scheduled to disembark by cesarean two weeks from today.  Woot woot!  

My usual daily routine is a little different today, since I have to prepare for the COLD and ICY weather outside!  The roads are icy too, which makes me nervous because we live in a hilly area.  Our daughter Kaela decided to drive home from Corvallis for the weekend, and her driving in these conditions makes me even more nervous.  Nonetheless, I dutifully prepare for my 11am doctor appointment.  My “Pee” tank is ready to go, in a large paper bag.  Poor Tom is going to have to carry that when we get there.  I have enough extra poundage to carry…. Sorry Tom.  As we make our way to the doctor’s office, I get even more nervous about Kaela driving home.  The roads are definitely not ideal.  Luckily, Tom grew up in Minnesota, so he handled it like a pro.  Fingers crossed for Kaela.

When I first get to the office, I supply them with a fresh pee sample as usual.  But it sure seems redundant since I just handed them a gallon of my pee!  Then Tom and I head back for an ultrasound.  Tom really likes getting to be there for these.  I haven’t counted how many ultrasounds I’ve had, but I’ve had a lot!  After seeing the little guys again (they’re pretty crowded in there!), we see Dr. Winkler.  He’s a little concerned with my elevated blood pressure, so he decides that today they will take out my pessary and do the Beta Strep Culture.  This doesn’t sound fun, but what choice do I have?  Everyone leaves the room so I can undress, oh boy.  Dr. Winkler reappears with his nurse, and like the veteran that he is, the pessary is out within a second.   Then he informs me that he is sending me to the hospital to be monitored.  He says it’s routine -- nothing to worry about -- but when you are carrying multiples, you can never be too careful. 

So Tom and I head over to Legacy Emanuel.  The roads are a little better, but when we get to the parking garage, it is an ice rink!  The only parking available is at the very top, where the worst ice is.  As Tom and I are walking to the elevator, I almost fall on some slippery ice.  Let me tell you, this is really scary even when not pregnant.  I am so rattled that my first stop in the hospital is the security desk.  They take one look at me, listen to my story, and are immediately on the phone to have the ice situation taken care of.

Dr. Winkler phoned ahead so they already had a room prepared for me.  It’s now about 1pm so I decide I should let Holly and Darren know what is going on.  Instead of calling, I send a text (that is what we do nowadays!)  I tell Holly “I’m at Emanuel being monitored just to be safe” and  “don’t worry I’ll keep you updated”.  They get me all hooked up and I can see I am having contractions.  Just by removing the pessary, my uterus is saying “all righty then, let’s have these babies”.  I haven’t felt any contractions up until this time, and I barely even feel these.  The boy’s heartbeats sound awesome as usual.  All the nurses are super nice.  They all know my story, and how special the births will be when it’s time.  I have my copy of the birth contract with me.  I started carrying it full time about two weeks ago.  Once these boys take their first breath, they are legally adopted by Holly and Darren.  But we have two weeks to go, right?  Tom heads back to work, leaving me at the hospital for monitoring.  The wait begins…

Hospital selfie

Tom taking secret picture before leaving. Look at my belly poking up!

(31) Just a Wee little Pee

I am a few days into my 35^th week of gestation.  I have a doctor appointment with Dr. Robertson today because again, Dr. Winkler is off saving the world elsewhere.  I am a little worried he won’t be able to deliver these boys.  I know it isn’t a big deal to most but for some reason I just think this is what will make the story of their birth that much better.  Holly plans on telling them everything, when they are old enough to understand anyways.  I officially have booked the OR for their permanent Birthday!  Bright and early on November 28^th 2014, 7:30am sharp.  1 day after Thanksgiving!  I have to be there 2 hours before (sigh) and I can’t eat or drink after midnight.  I can go without the food, but no water, that is impossible!

Anyway, I’m off to my Tuesday appointment.  Tom is accompanying me because I’m to the point that driving myself just isn’t safe.  My huge belly just doesn’t fit behind the steering wheel anymore.  The office is on the third floor and the elevators are down around the corner from the office.  I finally get to the office, and I am huffing and puffing.  Now, come on!  I’m carrying an extra 50 pounds with me so I think a little huffing and puffing is warranted.  But Dr. Robertson is alarmed by this as she walks by me heading toward the bathroom.  I reassure her it is just a little exhaustion from walking from the car to the office.  She feels a little better after I give her some pee and it’s normal.  They take my BP and it’s a little elevated as it has been this entire time (white coat syndrome).  She decides she wants me to do the 24 hour urine time and volume test.  Let me tell you, this does NOT sound fun!  I have to catch my urine, every time I go.  And guess what, in a top hat, which I just recently learned about, imagine that.  I tell her my next appointment is Friday and ask if I can hold off until Thursday to start the test.  She reluctantly says okay, which I am relieved.  I definitely understand her concern but I feel great other than my 2 ton belly in front of me.

My Doctor appointment on Friday is at 11am so I start my 24 hour urine catch around 9am Thursday 

morning.  I didn’t want the pee sitting around for too long, that is just gross.  Bad enough it will be sitting around at all.  I get into a rhythm, hahaha.  Luckily we have a half bathroom so that is where I do all the important stuff, wink wink!  Except at night, cuz well I pee a lot at night and I’m certainly not trudging up and down the stairs every time.  It is bad enough I almost don’t make to the on-suite in the wee (wink, wink) hours, lol.  I couldn’t imagine running downstairs to the ½ bath.  So Friday morning rolls around and it’s only about 5:30am and guess what?  IT’S FULL!!!  I have no more room to add my pee.  So of course I panic a little thinking this might be a bad sign.  Of course I start Googling!  This is a bad habit, I don’t recommend.   I can’t really find anything about my subject so I relax a little, whew.  I have always made sure my water intake is above average because I read (Google, obviously) that if a pregnant woman doesn’t drink enough water it might affect the amniotic fluid levels.  Well there was no way I was going to jeopardize that so I drink, drink, drink, lots of water!!  

The pee tank

TOP HAT

(30) Leaky bladder and Top Hats

I knew this would be challenging.  I told myself I could handle it.  I convinced myself everything would work out.  Everything would be fine.  But at 34 weeks and some change, I’m not sure how much longer my body can do this.

Be positive.  Be positive.  Be positive.  Repeating this used to help.  But I’m so tired.  Everything seems so difficult now.  Sleeping is almost impossible, and not just because I’m feeling huge, but also because I’m a little paranoid.  The doctors say not to sleep on my back, not to sleep on my stomach (like that would even be possible right now!), and not to sleep on one side for too long – or I might block the blood supply to one or both of the babies.  I wake up constantly, subconsciously knowing I need to “flip over”.  If you’ve read my prior blogs, you know I’m a rule follower.  And when it comes to my precious passengers, I will not risk their safety.  For now, it’s miserable, but I know it’s worth it.  This is all temporary.  I can catch up on my sleep after my extreme babysitting is over, which I think is going to be soon.  Sleep is not the only problem.  With about 40 extra pounds surrounding my bladder, I have an almost constant urge to pee, day and night.  At night, I try to align my potty breaks with my “flip” times, but the synchronization is never perfect.  So I’ve even started to wear a pad.  Yes, a menstrual pad.  Sometimes I just can’t make it before, yep, a little leakage (Insert sad face here!).  Believe me, it’s better than changing my undies every time.  Even that is a challenge now too.

Several weeks ago Holly and Darren arranged for a maid service come every other week.  At first I didn’t feel it was necessary, but it sure has been nice, especially lately.  But I think she has it pretty easy.  Her biggest challenge is wrangling a few dust bunnies which have accumulated in areas we don’t use very often.   But I appreciate it.  Pregnant or not, dusting is a sucky job!  I’ve never had a maid service before, so I’m not really accustomed to this lifestyle change, and I don’t know the “protocol”.  It might sound crazy, but I’m not going to have her come to clean a dirty house, right?   Anyway, I always tidy up a little before she comes.  If she scrubs the toilets, vacuums and dusts, I’m  happy camper.  I just try to stay out of the way.  Plus, my husband says I’m not crazy, and I choose to believe him.

I still have my 2x a week doctor visits, which now include blood draws.  They monitor for preeclampsia when you approach the end of the pregnancy.  Preeclampsia is a combination of two things:  Gestational-induced high blood pressure (hypertension) and a protein in the urine (proteinuria).  If they don’t catch it and treat it properly, then it can be harmful for the woman and the baby.  So far I don’t have the protein in my urine, because they check that at every visit.  Now don’t get me wrong, I really do love all of the people in the office, but I had to shake my head in frustration during my latest visit.  I commented how difficult it’s been peeing in the cup lately.  Without missing a beat, the front desk girl said “Oh, we have a top hat you can use”.  When I gave her my “what the hell is that?” expression, she explained “It’s a plastic pan that goes in the toilet to catch your pee.  Then you just transfer it to the cup”.  Inside, I’m fuming a little, and thinking “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!”  I have been peeing on my hand for a month now.  Sigh.  I’m sure I’ll laugh about this later.  Be positive…

November 1st - 34 Weeks

Yikes, my tattoos! 

(29) The end is near?

End of October, Week 33:  It’s hard to believe we have come this far.  It seems like just the other day we were finding out I was carrying twins, and now the “birth” day is almost here.  I never thought I would be pregnant with twins at 46 years old, but now that I’m here, I wouldn’t change anything for the world.  Well, I guess I could have done without the short cervix and gestational diabetes!  I am getting larger and larger (a good thing for the boys!), but more uncomfortable by the day.  Before I started this “Extreme Babysitting Adventure”, I Googled pregnancy with multiples.   This really isn’t something you should do before getting implanted with 2 embryos.  The pictures I saw scared me.  I thought: “Holy crap, am I going to have a giant belly like that?!”  Well, at 33 weeks I have officially gained 47 pounds!  And I’m happy to report that my belly isn’t as monstrous as I thought it would be.  A nice surprise, but I’m still very uncomfortable.  Sleeping is hard.  Walking is hard.  Sitting is hard.  Getting up is really hard.  Eating is hard (heartburn!).  And we still have a few weeks to go!  Good news:  both boys have plenty of fluid (I see it 2x a week now).  My ultrasound tech Barb estimates the boys weigh around 3.5 pounds.   Normal and healthy.

Dr. Winkler is out of the office AGAIN, so I get to see Dr. Buckmaster.  He’s nice, but I’ve only seen him one other time, so I’m not as familiar with his bedside manner.  He lacks the witty sarcasm of Dr. Winkler, which I’ve grown accustom to.  Anyway, Dr. B wants to give me a Tdap shot.  Another shot. Ugh.  But it’s important.  If you receive a Tdap vaccine in your 3^rd trimester of pregnancy, you are protecting your unborn child from Whooping Cough.  Babies generally don’t get vaccines until they are 2 months old.  So when I get this shot, I pass the antibodies to protect them for the first few months of life.  So needless to say, I take it like a champ!  Most vaccines go in your arm, but I always ask for it in my “posterior”.  It is still partially numb from my 3 months of daily Progesterone shots. 

Dr. Buckmaster also decides he should do some additional blood work.  Since this is still considered a high risk pregnancy, they like to do hypertension blood screens regularly.  Now that I’m getting closer to my due date, I think this will occur weekly.  My official due date is 12/13/14 (based on a full 40-week term).  This would be a totally cool birthdate to have!  Unfortunately it will not happen, since multiples are usually delivered 1-2 weeks “early”, for their safety (and mine!).  I pass the blood work screening, which is great news.  These boys can keep on cooking!

lemon heads and long days

(28) Lactation for two!

Holly set up an appointment with a lactation specialist.  We both spoke to her, but the appointment was mostly for Holly, since her plan was to induce lactation.  This is something not commonly done, so Holly wanted to acquire as much knowledge as possible.  Holly had done some research of her own, but she learned some new things, including information about various herbs that increase milk production.  Wait, why am I trying to recap when Holly has already done the work for me?  Here is a link to Holly’s blog where she goes over the protocol to induce lactation.  - Oh Baby, Baby

As for me, I was planning on pumping after the birth, and giving the boys all I could.  I mean, why not?  I’ll be getting milk anyway, and I want to help give the best possible start to the twins.  Thinking back, with both of my own children, I had so much milk I wasn’t sure what to do.  I was so engorged that I felt like a milking cow!  Hopefully that will be the case here.  Wait, did I really just say I want to be engorged with milk?  I must be crazy!   

This Monday I start my first week of the “Fetal non-stress test”.  I’ll be 32 weeks 2 days.  Remember, when you have a high risk pregnancy, every day counts - especially when carrying multiples.  The first visit is just a really elaborate ultrasound.  My technician checked all of their organs.  This included the bladder.  It was pretty cool to see it full one minute, and empty a few minutes later.  We even witnessed it emptying during one of the ultrasound passes.  My technician observed that both boys had a little hair on their heads.  It’s pretty incredible that you can see this on an ultrasound!  Of course, she does this all of the time, so she knows what to look for.  All I could see were little glowing things on top of their heads.  At first it seemed to me that Beckom had a little more hair than Noah, but this is just an ultrasound, so who knows.  If these boys are born with hair, their dad will be super happy and hopeful for their future…

Three days later, I’m back in the office for a second test.  This time, they hook up belts to monitor the boys’ heart rates for 30 minutes.  While I lie there calmly, they should have calm heart rates as well – and they do!  It’s a little weird to hear sounds any time they move, especially when they bump up against the belt.  I have a feeling they don’t like having something pressing down on them.  I also have a belt to check for contractions.  I think I have a few minor ones, but this is normal at this stage, and I don’t even feel them.  Afterwards, I see Dr. Winkler.  He’s finally back from vacation!  He says the twins are superstars.  Ha, I already knew that!  They look great from the ultrasound videos and the heart rate monitors.  He praises me for being a great carrier.  I get a little emotional because well, I’m pregnant!

October - 32 weeks

Baby A - Baby B - Contraction monitor

(27) Two buns in my oven

Good news:  My “original” doctor (Dr. Winkler) has moved into a new office, located closer to my home, yay!  So I am looking forward to less traffic and shorter drive times, yet I will miss all of the other doctors and nurses I was getting to know, especially Dr. Merrill.  Fortunately, I will still see some familiar faces when I go to the new office.  I’m really happy that I get to start seeing Dr. Winkler again, I guess since he was the one who approved me to start this special project.  It’s seems only fitting that he sees this through to the end, right?

The new office grand opening is perfect timing.  Driving is becoming increasingly more difficult and uncomfortable.  Since I drive a Mini Cooper with a manual transmission let’s just say, when you have a big belly and have to shift a lot because of traffic it gets old, real fast!  Luckily, we also have a Dodge Ram so I’ve started to drive it more.  Although I have to pull myself up into it, which is no small feat, I at least have more room for my growing belly.  Plus, it’s an automatic.  It’s the small things, or in my case the bigger things.  Bigger vehicle, plus shorter travel distance makes for a happy gestational carrier and cargo.

Over the weekend, Darren and Holly host another gathering with some of our old LensCrafters co-workers.  Sadly, Olga couldn’t make it, but we got to hang out with Lily and her husband Serge.  Lily is also pregnant, so it was a little crazy seeing my larger belly compared to hers.  She is 5 or 6 weeks further along than I am.  But just looking at our bellies you would never guess that, unless you knew I was carrying twins.  At one point in the evening, Darren and I have fun trying on a ‘pregnancy’ Halloween costume that Holly and Darren bought the year before.  It’s a little awkward doing this, but Holly is the one who suggested it.  I know deep in her heart she will always ache with the loss of Jude and Brinly, but seeing my belly grow with her two little boys suppresses that ache.  We pose for a few pictures of me wearing the oven costume and Darren being the baker.  I guess in a way the costume still works.  After all, I am just the oven! 

Lily ~34wks with singleton, Darren, Me ~29wks with twins

Darren feeling Noah kick

At my second appt. at the new location I had to see another new doctor.  Bummer!  How dare Dr. Winkler take a vacation!!!   Dr. Buckmaster orders a full blood panel to check for pre-eclampsia.  This is a routine test for high risk pregnancies.  They also inform me that next week (week 31) I’ll be starting a two day per week appointment schedule, oh yay.  I just got out of not having to check my cervix weekly!  But I can’t complain.  They are making sure everything is going well with twins in this crucial pregnancy period.  It’s actually rare these days to allow twins to go full term.  Usually, twins enter the world at week 38 (or before) instead of 40 weeks.  Next week, my first visit will start with an extensive ultrasound to check the babies for signs of stress.  Then two days later, I’ll go back to have a 30 minute HR test.  They’ll attach leads to me and my belly, and monitor all of our heart beats.  More medical fun!

The swelling is starting, goodbye feet