I am normal!
After what seemed like eons since our last visual visit with our little ones, Jon and I returned to the doctor’s today to see how the twins are faring. It has been four whole weeks since our last ultrasound. And wow – are they growing fast! You may notice in the photos posted below that there are none of the boys together. That’s because they no longer fit in a single photo. (Well, that and they won’t stop moving.)
Jon commented that today’s visit was more confusing to see on the monitor because they’re getting so big. At 21 weeks, our big boys weigh 13 and 14 ounces respectively – almost a pound each. And yes, for all those wondering, they are still both very much boys.
They have both been very active lately. I can now feel them kicking. It’s still relatively subtle, but medical staff has assured me they will start getting in some significant punches as they continue to get bigger. They tend to start the day’s exercise practice right as I’m going to bed. They also appear to react to up-tempo music. Perhaps we will have one musician and one athlete – Or two musical athletes! Regardless, I am now convinced they will both be gifted and talented studs.
Completely unsurprising, Baby A waved at us. During the first glance with the magic ultrasound wandy thing he seemed a bit annoyed to be disturbed. But then again, that could also be attributed to the swift front kick to the head provided by his brother. Even the technician laughed at this one, commenting, “Wow. Get rid of all your nice furniture – these two are going to be all over the place.” Wonderful. They’re not even born and they’re little hellions. Karma . . .
As always, B was uber bouncy. I could see B stretching, kicking and bouncing from the first moment the visit began. Even during the measurements of A, we kept getting glimpses of B’s cute little feet. He has been this active since our first lima bean viewing at six weeks. Something tells me we’re going to have a serious mover when B gets this mobility thing figured out.
When the doctor came in to confirm the tech’s pronouncement that everything looked great (which was the correct response regarding the munchkins), she chuckled, saying we were going to have some adventures with these two as they’d managed to change positions a minimum of seven times during the 45 minute procedure.
Our high-risk perinatologist, Dr. Crites, smiled at the four of us and proclaimed, “Congratulations. You are having a perfectly normal twin pregnancy. You are now RELEASED!”
I’m normal! I’m still paranoid, but we are no longer classified as high-risk. My next appointment is with my regular doctor – who serves the general population of pregnant people. (Although appointments every two weeks mean I’m still being monitored very closely. I bet it’s “normal monitoring.”)