Earlier on during this pregnancy I did wonder whether I would still be writing this diary at this stage. To reach 35 weeks of a twin pregnancy is quite an achievement I believe. The babies are growing strong and healthy with every extra day and that is the main thing. However, I am beginning to think that despite the warnings that multiples can and often do come early, this would not apply to me and my cervix of steel.
I'm still grumpy.
Oh goodness, I did not imagine being so uncomfortable now. I always find the end of pregnancy can't come quick enough but this time around the heaviness and discomfort is really making me miserable.
I am finding myself feeling permanently tired, like I'm in a thick fog or cloud or something. It's not a normal "I've missed some sleep" tiredness but a general weariness of great proportions. When I lie down gravity pulls my belly either to one side or the other. After a while this stretches on the ligaments at the underside of my belly and good grief, it hurts! I am waking several times a night needing to sit up straight on the side of my bed or to get up and walk around for half an hour before it eases enough for me to go back to bed and try to sleep again. Poor Mike wakes up wondering whether I'm in labour.
Anyway, the end is in sight. There are now ten days left until the caesarean date. We are ready and waiting now. Tomorrow is my final appointment with the consultant where we'll be going over the risks of the c-section and getting my signature on the paperwork. I think I'll also mention once again my concern at the babies movements which I'm quite sure have lessened lately compared to how they were. It wouldn't be surprising that they are finding it harder to move around as space in there must be very limited now, but I think I'll mention it to her if only for reassurance.
So, just ten days to go.
The question is, will I make it?
35 Weeks 5 Days ~ October 13, 2011
Every time I sit at the laptop to write another Twin Pregnancy Diary entry I wonder if it might just be the last time. As I sit uncomfortably in my chair at my desk I also wonder how on earth I am still writing it. Could it possibly be much longer? I have given up to some degree though and no longer wondering if today will be the day. I've resigned myself to being the only woman in the history of the world who is going to be pregnant forever.
Well, until next Thursday, at least.
I went to have my final appointment with the Consultant's team on Tuesday. It was a 3.15pm appointment which resulted in my not getting home until shortly before 7pm as I was sent up to triage for monitoring of the babies. I didn't really mind as prefer to be safe than sorry and it did alleviate my concerns regarding their reduced movements. Both heartbeats are considered to be strong and healthy and the trace which the monitor reported back showed no signs of concern at all. To be on the safe side they also arranged for another scan to be carried out on the babies which again confirmed that they are growing fine and dandy. All fluids are fine, blood flow is great and there is nothing to worry about. Both babies seem to have gained weight well in the three weeks since the last scan, going from 4lb 3oz and 4lb 4oz respectively to 5lb 12oz approximately for the both of them. They're doing well!
So now we are officially into the final countdown.
There is one week to go.
It still seems aaaages away. I know it will pass by but, good giddy aunt of mine, I am so uncomfortable that every day seems like a major hurdle to get through. The scan confirmed that I have one head engaged firmly down into my pelvis. As if that isn't causing enough discomfort and pain there is a second head (thankfully from a second small person, and not a two-headed baby which would be likely to cause some degree of alarm I would imagine) wedged right up into my ribs.
I have no idea where my internal organs have gone. I look at my reflection and think that they cannot possibly be comfortable in there. There seems such little space left for them both and I can't help but look at my butt and wonder why they don't make their way over there. After all, there seems to be a copious amount of room over in that part of my body, given the rate at which it has grown over the last few months. They'd be able to live there until their twenties with space for onsite parking and their own shopping centre.