The Date

It is with a smile and unbelievable shake of my head that I announce the final date. Yes, you guessed it. At my OB doctor's appointment this week they scheduled my c-section, should these babies not decide to come earlier on their own. And, drumroll please....the date is November 22. Yes, you guessed it again. Two days before Thanksgiving. Really???? I laughed at the doctor when he told me the date....and the fact that it is 38 weeks, not 36.

This whole pregnancy, the specialist and my OB have told me they don't want me to go past 36 weeks due to twin issues. But now that I'm at 29 weeks and doing beyond fantastic they are now changing their tune and want me to make it as long as possible. Blessing...right?

Two days of appointments so far this week and both were just phenomenal reports. Yesterday my ultrasound showed one baby 2lb 10oz and the other 2lb 11oz. They are within 4% of each other in growth, fluid looks great, and they are right around the 50% percentile for twins this far along. Overall amazing. It actually is getting better every week. The specialist just remarked that he keeps expecting something to show up and frankly, it's just not. At this far along, I'm doing so well they almost don't even know what to say because most people have some kind of problem. He actually postponed my baby lung development steroid shot series until my next appointment at 31 weeks because "these babies just aren't going anywhere." Good news! He seemed to think that it will be smooth sailing from here on out, judging by baby growth and many items on their "list" they check every ultrasound. Not a guarantee of course, but reassuring nonetheless.

Then today the first sentence out of my OB doctor's mouth was, "Saw your ultrasound from yesterday and your babies are doing awesome!" Good to hear. :) Heard both heartbeats, measured my belly (showing full term by the way) and then the c-section discussion. Honestly, I just couldn't believe it when he said 38 weeks. My jaw literally dropped. I was expecting the second week of November. Not the week of Thanksgiving!!

Thoughts running through my mind: #1 - I am thrilled that the doctors think these babies are doing so great that they think we can all realistically breathe a bit more and plan for a longer "cooking" time for them which is only going to benefit them that much more. #2 - I'm not so much thrilled with the prospect of being pregnant for 9 more weeks (rather than 7 which is what my end/goal date has been so far). #3 - If I make it that far, I am so going to be in the hospital on Thanksgiving Day. BOO. Yes, for sure, this will be a blessing and a huge thing to "give thanks" for, I realize this. And yes, if I really do make it that far these babies are going to be big and healthy with probably no NICU time and will be able to go home from the hospital with us - Yay what an amazing miracle that will be! But still...hospital on Thanksgiving. Who wants that? The positive side to this is that family will not have to take off as much work, etc. All good things!

So who knows! Will I make it that far? Everyone's best guess I suppose. The doctors seem to certainly think so. I went into labor 6 days early with Sam so there is always the possibility I will end up going into labor earlier and have to have the c-section early. But although selfishly that would be nice so I don't have to be pregnant so long, I'm not hoping for earlier. I am praying, as I have since the beginning, for healthy babies. :) And if that means surgery November 22 at noon and not a second before...along with a multiple day hospital stay recovering and a fun Thanksgiving celebration in my private hospital room, so be it. :)

Still single digit weeks right? Staying positive.