The girls are planning an escape route and I can’t quite convince them that they are going in the wrong direction. They feel as though they are trying to pop out of the top side of my right ribs. There has been lots of little kicking and wriggling this week which is really funny and very comforting. Blaine has finally been able to feel them moving. They have been on the go non stop and as soon as I say ‘Blaine have a feel’, they stop. Then when he gets a dead arm from waiting half an hour and moves away, they start right back up again. I don’t imagine it will be too long before he can see them jostling for space in there, it must be pretty compact, getting more like a student pad than a well proportioned 2 bed semi.
We went for yet another scan last Friday. Our appointment was 8.55, we got there at 8.30, went straight in, out by 9.05 and in to see the midwife. Blaine worked a night shift and stayed up to take me so a swift visit was more than welcome for him. He really won’t miss an appointment. He loves seeing them on the screen and is starting to recognise the body parts and features. All of my paperwork was printed up to date this time so I could read and compare their growth progress. The midwife was impressed with them and told me to keep doing what ever it was I was doing because they were feeding well and were growing fantastically. My blood pressure was also down, phew! This means I’m doing well too. I can’t understand how this is, as I’m more tired than before and I’m even busier at work, still trying to get my paperwork done in time for the summer holidays.
The girls are planning an escape route and I can’t quite convince them that they are going in the wrong direction. They feel as though they are trying to pop out of the top side of my right ribs. There has been lots of little kicking and wriggling this week which is really funny and very comforting. Blaine has finally been able to feel them moving. They have been on the go non stop and as soon as I say ‘Blaine have a feel’, they stop. Then when he gets a dead arm from waiting half an hour and moves away, they start right back up again. I don’t imagine it will be too long before he can see them jostling for space in there, it must be pretty compact, getting more like a student pad than a well proportioned 2 bed semi.
We went for yet another scan last Friday. Our appointment was 8.55, we got there at 8.30, went straight in, out by 9.05 and in to see the midwife. Blaine worked a night shift and stayed up to take me so a swift visit was more than welcome for him. He really won’t miss an appointment. He loves seeing them on the screen and is starting to recognise the body parts and features. All of my paperwork was printed up to date this time so I could read and compare their growth progress. The midwife was impressed with them and told me to keep doing what ever it was I was doing because they were feeding well and were growing fantastically. My blood pressure was also down, phew! This means I’m doing well too. I can’t understand how this is, as I’m more tired than before and I’m even busier at work, still trying to get my paperwork done in time for the summer holidays.
I read the baby’s growth reports on the way home, there were all of the usual measurements but this time there was estimated weights for them all. Little Blaine was estimated at 1lb1oz, Poppy at 1lb and Molly at 14oz, sounds very tiny to me but when I read my book the average weight at 21 weeks is around 13oz. Looks like they’re on track to be little tubbers or at least have a better chance of being over 3lb when they are born which, means there could be less chance of them staying in the SCBU. Target weight 3lb8oz – no pressure on me then! Just keep doing what I’m doing whatever that is. I’m putting it down to crisps and ice-cream. Hail and praise be to my local supermarket! Extra large bags of yummy beef crisps are now being stocked, life is good. I must remember to only buy 1 bag at a time and not be tempted by the very reasonable pricing.
We went to a friend’s birthday party on Saturday afternoon and received lots of stunned and amazed facial expressions and oohs and aahs as were introduced to new people as ‘the clever friends having triplets’. I had a bit of an ooh aah moment over a little baby boy who had been born at 35 weeks, was only 2 weeks old and just over 4lb. He was very tiny; his skin looked like it was hanging off of him because he didn’t have any meat on him to fill him out. Blaine was offered a hold but he dare not for fear of breaking him. I wanted to know what he was going to do when ours came along as they were going to be tiny too and born 6 weeks early if my cervix holds out, my uterus can stretch enough, I can keep my blood pressure down and pre-eclampsia and Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome at bay. Apparently it’s different when it’s your own. I take this to mean that he realises he won’t have a choice.