(Blog post written on Sunday 28th April, but posted a day later!)
And we have made it to 33 weeks! Again, every extra day is an achievement to be happy about.
We saw Mr O’Sullivan last Tuesday, and despite my blood pressure being the highest in a long time, he didn’t suggest that I stayed in the antenatal ward. I was actually really worried… When the nurse took my blood pressure and it was something like 150/95, I even started crying thinking that Mr O would ask me to be admitted again.
But he was happy to let me go home, with another appointment and scan on the following Tuesday… Keeping a very close eye on me now!
At the obstretic foetal scan, we saw that Pixie has stopped growing at the same speed than Dixie. Still nothing to worry about, but obviously there’s a small concern that she will stop developing sooner rather than later. They are running out of space!
So, yeah, we think that at the next appointment Mr O will finally set a date for inducing me. He has been saying that it will happen at 34 weeks for the last few appointments, and seeing that my condition is not getting any better, we believe it will be so. A very scary thought, but we’ve had time to get used to the idea. Jon is looking forward to it more than me, if I’m honest. Not that I am not looking forward to it, but I still feel sometimes that it is a bit soon. If they have to stay in SCBU, it will break my heart.
And what else… My mum is here now. She came on Friday and we have no idea how long she’s going to stay, as she’s bought a one-way ticket only. So far, so good – I must admit, but I know that in the long run we’re going to get on each other’s nerves, which is not brilliant for my high blood pressure. But she’s is being great: she’s bought us lots of stuff that we still had outstanding for the nursery and the nappy bag, and she’s also been cooking for us. The problem is that there is a chance that Mr O will ask me to be admitted at the antenatal ward on Tuesday and stay there until the induction, and then, what will my mum do? We will have to send her back to Spain, and ask her to come back in three or four weeks, when we know for sure that Pixie and Dixie will be home with us, and we’ve had time to adjust to the whole thing of having two newborns in the house.
On other news, Jon had a couple of the NCT dads over for a few beers the other night, and they had a great time. At the end of the night, one of them said that he was going to be picked up by his wife and new baby, so we got to see Minnie! She was so sweet and small and peaceful! Apparently she sleeps anywhere and at all times, and slept through the whole time she was here despite being “manhandled” by her dad and Jon.
Out of six couples at the NCT course, three have already have had their babies, and whilst before I thought I would be the last to have the babies, I now believe I may not be! Especially if Mr O gets his own way…
So, as the D Day approaches, what will I miss when I’m not pregnant any more? I will miss my belly, actually. I’ve become very attached to it and I really like it. I will also miss not having periods 😉 And what will I not miss? I won’t miss the heartburn. Full stop. Yeah, heartburn and all those little nags, like getting up three or four times a night to go to the loo… (Although I will have other reasons to get up several times a night!)
I am now witting my birth plan, getting it ready for D Day. Although I suppose that I should wait a bit and see if Mr O wants a planned C Section or he is going to try to make me have them naturally. I would rather go for the C Section, honestly. Just because there is no guarantee that they won’t do a section to get the second twin out after having had a natural birth for the first one. That would be the worst of both worlds.
And this is pretty much it for now. I suppose I’ll have more news in a couple of days when I’ve seen Mr O.
And finally, the bump update. Sorry it’s not in the usual photo, but I am writing from the iPad rather than the PC. Also, the photo is from 32 weeks and 5 days, when we had the lovely summery weather in Basingstoke…
