(Technically I have 4 hours left until I am full term. DH is afraid if I deliver at 11:59 pm that I'll be all pissed that I fell short of the mark. And he's probably right. But I'm thinking optimistically that we'll make it at least until midnight tonight.)
As far as updates go, my friend Mary has offered to post for me as needed. My plan is to text her on the way to the birth center, as long as I'm sure it's the real deal. Then after the kiddos are born, with luck everyone will be okay and the four of us will return to my room where I can post a picture or two using their wi-fi. (If my computer makes it with me, of course. I'm more concerned about all our technology being packed when we leave than the outfits we have to bring the boys home in. The birth center has perfectly good diapers and blankets, but the quality of Internet access they provide through the television is quite shameful.)
If I make it that long, my last OB appointment is on Monday (the C-section is scheduled for Wednesday of the following week). My regular doc will be back in the office, and I definitely intend to have her check my cervix. If she says something insane like 8 cm, I don't know what I'll do. Run laps around the hospital, I guess. I'm nervous about having to deliver the boys ourselves, but I'm not so keen on doing the amnio that the hospital requires to approve an early C-section. Several friends have told me that a long shopping trip brought on labor for them after bedrest, so that's an option too. You don't have to tell me twice that going to the mall is a good idea.
On a darker note, I find myself worrying a lot like I did at the very end of my pregnancy with Bean, that something devastating will happen at the last minute and I will lose one or both of my boys. I know, I shouldn't think or talk like that. Statistically it is very rare. But I am so glad I haven't sent back my doppler yet, because I still like to check and make sure we have two strong heartbeats. Their movements feel different these days due to lack of space in the old ute, and hearing the loud, steady "swish swish" on the doppler is extremely comforting.
I'm also worrying more about how Bean will react to having brothers. Things at home right now are as close to perfect as they can possibly be, and I'm loathe to disrupt it. What's the secret to our harmony? Between you and me, it's not found in books like "Secrets of the Baby Whisperer for Toddlers" or "The Happiest Toddler on the Block." You just need three adults who are available on a rotating basis to give your child complete, undivided attention. So that means we just need six more adults to move in when the twins arrive.
Any volunteers? Please?