I had to laugh, too. I'm measuring 38 weeks and I really look like labor could be imminent. Don't I? It's okay. You won't hurt my feelings. I'm big. And I'm feeling it. Oh my goodness, do I feel it.
So, here we are at twenty-nine weeks! The beginning of this pregnancy seemed to draaaaaag by. Making best friends with the toilet will do that to you. But now that I'm kind of ready for things to slow down, the weeks are absolutely flying by.
I found out a week ago Friday that I failed my one hour glucose test, so Monday morning, I got to experience the three hour test for the first time. With my history of blood sugar problems, I've been convinced every single pregnancy that I would have gestational diabetes, but so far, I had managed to avoid it.
Bright and early Monday morning (I didn't even know doctor's offices opened at 7:30! And it was already busy!), I reported for the three hour test. As those who have had the pleasure of this experience know, fasting after midnight was required. Given the fact that under my most normal, non-gestating circumstances, I wake up famished, I was so not looking forward to the hungries.
So, the fasting was one thing. Then, of course, is the syrupy drink. It tasted like Hi-C fruit punch. Again, under normal circumstances, not something I would drink but if someone sat me down and forced it on me, I could probably manage it okay. But the syrupy coldness on an empty stomach did not hit me well at all. BUT, I remembered the lab tech told me if I threw it up, I would have to reschedule the test.
I have this friend from high school who hasn't thrown up since the third grade because he hates it so much, he just wills himself not to throw up. Ever. I channeled all of his vomit-defiance and determined the Hi-C was not coming back up again. Amazingly, miraculously, that worked.
So Thursday, I went in for a regular check-up with my OB and I was so so SO relieved to find out I passed the three hour test! I have lots of friends and some family members who have dealt with gestational diabetes, and I know it's really more of annoyance than anything. I know if that had been the diagnosis, I would have just taken it in stride and dealt with it accordingly, but gosh. I really was so relieved to have passed.
Right after my regular check-up, I went next door for an ultrasound and an appointment with the MFM. The girls were with me for all of this and they were mildly interested in getting to see the brothers on screen again, but much more interested in playing games on my phone.
Both boys continue to grow like little champions in there! In the past two weeks, both have put on some significant weight with Baby A going from 2 lbs to 2 lbs, 15 oz, while Baby B went from 3 lbs to 3 lbs, 11 oz. Baby B is still doing the polyhydramnios thing, but somehow I'm feeling much less anxious about that. (Pssst! Your prayers and encouragement totally helped!) His fluid was down just a point - from 12 to 11.
I really adore my MFM, and not just because he calls me "dear." (It's somehow charming and not at all condescending when he says it.) He's just the right blend of thorough and non-alarmist. He said he still feels cautiously optimistic that the fluid levels will level out and it won't be an issue. I am, however, still on an every two week schedule for ultrasounds until we see some good changes there.
That's the rundown for this week. We're hosting all kinds of family in the next week for Christmas Good Times, and then ... thirty weeks. THIRTY WEEKS. Thirty weeks. The mind boggles.