I wanted to write a quick update and let you know that we’re still chugging along very well. Of course, I’m more uncomfortable than I had ever imagined was possible, and I’m pretty much immobile, but it’s all good: our c-section has been confirmed for the morning of Wednesday, 16 January. Hooray! I’ll be 38 weeks and one day, which will be awesome and should, we hope, ensure that we have lovely big healthy babies that can come straight home with me five days later.
Christmas was pretty low key at our house. I did a lot of lying around, and discovered that my tummy has a special and previously-undetected dedicated pavlova section, which I generously filled.
We had a good growth scan today, which should be our final one before the babies arrive. Our boy is now around 2.75 kg and our girl is around 2.3 kg, so they’re both still growing at a decent rate. Our obstetrician mentioned the other day that twins tend not to gain too much weight from 36 weeks onwards (space is fairly limited, after all), and the sonographer said today that there’s a margin of error of plus or minus 400 g with the weight estimations, but even taking that into account both babies should end up well over 2 kg.
I’m also delighted to report that the placentas are in good condition, the membrane separating the two sacs is still robust, and both babies have decent levels of liquor cushioning them. Of course, I could just go into labour any minute, but as things currently stand there’s certainly no medical reason why the c-section date would need to come forward.
But God almighty, D Day can’t come soon enough for me! I’m a big, swollen, achy, tired, wheezing, heartburn-afflicted mess of a woman. My bump has really reached freak show proportions, and Auckland’s humid summer weather has made life fairly trying. The best thing that’s happened in recent times has been the kind invitation from one of Tristan’s colleagues to use her lovely swimming pool – I’ve had some fantastic times splashing around. I would love to go for a good swim at our local beach, but I just can’t face dealing with the stares from the other beach-goers. It’s bad enough when I’m fully clothed. I’ve had people do completely unsubtle double-takes when I walk past, and the other day at the supermarket a guy passed me and muttered “CHRIST!” under his breath. Charming! It will be absolutely superb when I’m a normal size again.
In yet more news, the babies’ room is all organised. Another member of the multiple birth club sold us two white cots and a vast amount of bedding for the measly sum of $200, which was amazing. We now have a spare cot, since one of Tristan’s colleagues had already passed on one to us, but we’re intending to send it down to Mum and Dad’s house. Mum and Dad are staying with us at the moment and are proving to be very helpful in getting the house organised before their new grandchildren arrive. Dad hung up all of the artwork for the babies’ room today, so I’ll take a photo to show you at some point soon.
So all in all, life is good here and we are eagerly awaiting the new arrivals!