It was so much fun answering your questions this week, but now it's time to get back to everyone's favorite topic... my cervix.
Today was my weekly OB visit, and the last time they will check my cervical length via ultrasound. After 32 weeks (I turn 33 weeks this Sunday), the measurement is no longer reliable or meaningful. My doc did warn me last week that if my measurement was significantly shorter today, that she would recommend hospitalization. I've been super anxious about it for several days now. But apparently I earned some karma points by not doing anything fun and eating bird food for the past two months, because the appointment went well.
My cervix measured between .9 and 1.3 cm. It's still short, but holding steady, which is a good sign. And NO MORE LENGTH CHECKS!
Aaaaaah. Biggest sigh of relief EVER.
I could still be admitted for contractions or dilation, as the doc will be checking my cervix externally. But that likely means the boys are on their way, which is much different than the pure torture of simple hospital bedrest. You can practically hear your will to live seeping out of your pores and floating out the door.
We also did another growth scan today. I don't understand why this happens to me, but I continue to grow obscenely large babies. Twin A measured 5 lbs 15 oz (90th+ percentile on the singleton scale) and Twin B measured 5 lbs 3 oz (87th percentile on the singleton scale).
This is especially puzzling to me because my blood sugars have been kept low and my weight hasn't gone up an ounce in a couple of weeks due to previously mentioned bird food diet. "Genetics," my OB explained. I guess because there are 8-9 lb babies on my side of the family, and 8-9 lb babies on DH's side, it combines to mean that I give birth to newborn elephants?
The other awesome thing that happened during my ultrasound was that we got to see both babies practice breathing. A very good sign! Even if they are born relatively healthy preemies right now, we'd still expect 2-3 weeks in the NICU. But they are showing themselves to be two brutes in the womb, so I'm hopeful they would be strong and make it home okay eventually.
It's weird to think that I will be on bedrest for no more than 3 additional weeks, as restrictions and meds are lifted at 36 weeks. The past 8 weeks have gone by relatively quickly. Although I am feeling okay now, I don't think I'll make it past 35 weeks, just for the sheer size of these twins. They have gained roughly a pound each in the past 9 days, and there's no way my old ute can handle two 8 pounders.
Let me repeat: GOOD. LORD.
At this point, I am praying to make it at least another week. Bean turns two (TWO! GAH!) next Friday, and his party is next Saturday. I hope I'm able to be there, in all my whale-like pregnant glory.
Please oh please, give me 34 weeks!