At my 35-week appointment I was all smiles and full of cheer. She and I had a great conversation and I left thinking "This is a piece of cake." (Mhmmm.... cake.)
This past Saturday Michael and I ran several errands and had a great time outside of the house. I woke up yesterday morning feeling pretty good so we went to Target and while I was there it hit. Like a ton of bricks. Or 34 pounds of bricks if we're being specific. My legs hurt. My stomach hurt. My ankles hurt.
We went home and I spent the rest of the day in bed. I had A LOT of braxton hicks contractions and quite a bit of cramping. It was enough to scare both of us into action. I started packing a bag and Michael installed the car seats. I lamented the fact that I'd yet to get a pedicure.
This was IT!
Only... it wasn't it. We went to bed and I woke up this morning feeling much better. I went ahead and called my doctor and she told me to stop by after my perinatologist appointment.
The perinatologist appointment went really well. He walked in the room, laughed and said, "Still pregnant, eh?" Michael laughed and I glared (and then finally smiled). Jude and Sloane are doing great and still moving a ton. Jude weighs 6 lbs 12 oz and Sloane weighs 6 lbs 11 oz.
Because it deserves its own line: That is 13.5 pounds of babies, folks.
After the sonogram he hooked me up to the heart monitors and we got to listen to their heartbeats for about 5 minutes. It was amazing. It sounded like a stampede of horses but then they would get in sync for 10 seconds at a time and it sounded like one heartbeat. Incredible.
We went downstairs for my regular OB appointment. I reminded her about everything that happened last night and she said, "You might be having these babies this week!" Then she checked me (ahem) and said, "Or not. Absolutely no progress. Nothing." I told her about all of the pains and she reminded me I was pregnant with twins and everything I was feeling was perfectly normal.
Let me tell you, there is nothing normal about walking .0004 miles per hour or needing your husband's assistance to get out of a car.
So there you have it. Two weeks. We prayed for Jude and Sloane long before they were in my belly and God blessed us with far more than we deserve. I can do this. I WILL do this! The smile on my face might resemble a grimace but rest assured, I am so grateful for each and every pain because that means these two are still healthy and growing. Praise the Lord.