Well, this Dr. appt came and went with barely the bat of an eyelash. I was really looking forward to it because (1) Nick was home with Kailey and I didn’t have to worry with keeping up with her around the office (2) I was told this was the ultrasound week where I was going to get extra measurements and weights and whatnot. I do love looking at them for more than 2 seconds for a heartbeat. (3) I was hoping we could start talking about a tentative Csection date and I had about 10 more questions to ask him before all this “goes down”.
What really happened was…
The waiting room was packed…oh no, this is not starting good. My fav. ultrasound lady calls me back and informs me she was wrong…this week is still just a heartbeat check but next week was the body scan of each baby. Damn. I was really hoping to see how big those cuties are getting. The next 1.5 hours I spent waiting to see the Dr. (along with every other woman around me) Evidently, he was the hot ticket of the day. Now let me tell you…normally, spending 1.5 hours to just sit and read magazines at my leisure without a 4 year old at my heels would actually be relaxing but I’m 33 weeks prego with twins. No chair is my friend. “Waiting patiently” has temporarily left the vocabulary. And, I had polished off my snack food the first 5 minutes I was there. Not good folks.
I contemplated leaving no less than 10 times but ultimately thought it was best to wait to be seen. (you know, we’re at the point where twins could arrive anytime. better not skip a week of Dr. visits) Eventually I was seen. Dr. W ran into the room, opened the chart, reeled off a few “you’re doing great” statements and “see you next week” and he was backing out of the room before I could even say hello. Geeze. Nice talking with you too Doc. Guess my questions can wait until the next visit. Hope these babies don’t decide to come before then!
Defeated, I waddled back to the check out window and scheduled the next visit. Well, I tried too but Dr. W is ALL booked up the following week. “Of course he is”, I muttered to myself. But, I got in with Dr. M (complete stranger to me) on Monday, April 30th. I’ll be 2 days shy of 35 weeks at that appt. The average set of twins in the US arrive at 35 weeks. I am praying we beat the average as I am NOT READY for them to come. I still have a slew of questions to run past the Dr. about the surgery and medications and so on. This means I won’t see MY Dr. (Dr. W) until 36 weeks at the earliest. At this point, I’m starting to wonder who will be my Dr. on delivery day. When we first met Dr. W, he took my hand and promised me he would be my guy come May. That he delivers all the twins in this practice. I drilled him about his April/May schedule and made sure he didn’t have any vacations planned. Now, I’m not sure what will happen. Fingers crossed they decide to come when he is available. God knows…we don’t need any extra surprises.
No post would be complete without a picture. Seeing as I’ve already shared the 33 week…how about one from the beach? Nick, Kai and I snuck down to the beach for 3 days last weekend. I say snuck because I’m currently on strict Dr. orders to not travel more than 30 minutes away from Huntsville but I HAD to get my feet in the sand and water one time before they arrive. Heavens knows I’ll be in the house with them most of the summer. We just HAD to get away one last time as a family of three…
You didn’t really think I would show a belly shot bathing suit photo did you? Haha. Silly you.