But we both may be suffering from these I AM STILL PREGNANT posts for a bit longer.
Today was my final OB appointment. (And by final, I don't mean just related to this pregnancy, I also mean ever. A realization enough to make a hugely pregnant woman a bit weepy. But strangely, even though I still tear up watching the same "The Blind Side" commercial for the thousandth time, I'm unfazed by this. Either I'm completely okay with knowing this is the last time I will feel little feet kicking inside me, or I am still in denial about coming to the end of our tumultuous reproductive years. Time will tell.)
Anyway, it was an uneventful appointment for the most part. Weight gain spot on, blood pressure perfect, my "sample" was clear. (Now there's something I won't miss about being pregnant... trying to fill a sterile cup while reaching around a belly that measures 44 weeks. It ain't no easy feat, people.) Then I asked her to check my cervix, all the while fearing that I would hear her say 7 or 8 cm. But instead...
"You are still 4 centimeters, same as you were when I checked two weeks ago," my doc told me with a smile. "I know Dr. H said 5 centimeters last week, but she measures a bit more generously than I do."
No change in two weeks, really? Insert look of shock here.
My OB was pleased and impressed that my body was holding strong. "I have only had a handful of twin moms make it to 38 weeks," she said. "You guys are heros. Are you going to be okay until the C-section next Wednesday?"
Seeing as the only two roads to an earlier delivery are a) labor starting naturally or b) an amniocentesis to confirm lung development... then yeah, I guess I will have to just wait and see what happens. She told me that labor could still kick in at any moment, of course. Twin A's head is right there. My friend could be posting the fun update later tonight that we are on our way to the hospital.
But. You may alternatively be suffering from these boring updates for another 9 days. I've now been off bedrest and meds for just over a week and my cervix is unchanged, so my doc feels that we could just as likely be keeping our date in the OR on April 7.
Mind-blowing. Absolutely mind-blowing.
I'd love to know who voted for "to the bitter end" on the how-long-can-this-pregnancy-possibly-last poll in the right column. I'm still more than a week away, but wow, how did you have the faith that it was even possible? Well done.
On another happy note, it seems that being off bedrest has cured my gestational diabetes. There were some bottles of glucola in the exam room this morning, and I was tempted to ask for a retest so I can give up this stupid finger pricking as soon as possible. My blood sugar levels dropped significantly as soon as I could move around during the day; I've been slowly pushing my carb intake and haven't even been close to going into the danger zone. Today I decided to go completely wild and had for breakfast a glass of orange juice and two bowls of Fruit Loops cereal. The only diabetes-approved things in that meal are the bowl and spoon. Breakfast is the hardest meal of the day because blood sugar tends to shoot up after you end the overnight fasting, but my number was still around 100 (90 is average, 120 is the max). The doctor didn't say I could stop testing, but she didn't scold me for cheating with Toucan Sam either, so I take that as implicit permission to continue indulging my preggo whims as long as I'm under 120. HA! Slowly but surely, I am regaining my humanity.
With the news that labor isn't necessarily imminent, I think all of us here will relax a bit this week. And I guess now DH and I will be able to finish the second half of "Twilight: New Moon" that we started last night. When we stopped it to go to bed, I was sure we'd never get to see the end. But we might! (He doesn't want anyone to know he actually watches those movies, so let's keep it our little secret. I appreciate it.)