One of the things I remember from my first pregnancy most clearly was being told by someone I worked with that the so-called pregnancy waddle could be avoided if you just paid attention, kept good posture, etc. I agreed and to the best of my knowledge, except for the end of it, I didn’t really waddle much. Ahh, the joy of a singleton pregnancy. How I miss that. Now at 24 weeks, I am pretty darned close to waddling at least part of the time. I’m wearing one of those traditional “maternity” shirts with the band just below the chest region. I was sick of just looking fat (which I can’t deny) and wanted to look pregnant. And lordy, do I ever.
I had my 24-week check up/systems review Tuesday and everything is phenomenal. Jackie is now approximately 1lb 9oz with Sammie not far behind at 1lb 6oz. The nurse said if they had to be born now, they’re both viable size. They’re still tracking along the growth rate of singletons, but apparently that will slow down here in the coming weeks because of room issues. Someone at the office mentioned that, with all the fluids, baby, etc. my tummy is now carrying the equivalent of a singleton pregnancy at about 8 months. Yeesh.
For all my griping (and yes, I’m aware of doing it), I also know I am extraordinarily blessed in how this pregnancy has gone. On the Baby Center pregnancy boards, I keep reading about all these women who are on bedrest (and have been for ages) and must remain on it through the end. There are those who are about the same distance along and they’re fighting to keep their babies in to cook even a few weeks longer. One woman had triplets (we were due the same day, I believe) at 23w6d. They were all (for their age) a good weight, but I can’t imagine the strain having them so early is going to put on their poor little systems. She’d fought off delivery for more than a week to get them to that “viable” point where hospitals would try to save them.
I, on the other hand, am able (currently) to keep working full time, take care of my demon child (aka Shrimp), the dog and cat. Am I tired? Yes. Per the nurses, it’s going to increase over the next few weeks. But my blood pressure is great. I’m retaining water, but hopefully by cutting back on the boxed meals (ahh, how I love my stroganoff) and other salty foods, I can reduce that. The babies are growing and I show no signs of heading into early labor.
So, based on that, I’d like to round this post off by saying “Thank you” to whatever deity people might believe in (me, I’ll just say Thank you God) for giving me this blessing, and the ability to share my good fortune.
How about the rest of you? Any good fortunes out there these days?