Yesterday I had my last doctor's appointment. Last ultrasound. What a totally strange feeling. It didn't really hit me until I was leaving... I'll probably never step foot in here again! While I'm perfectly okay with that, it's still an odd thought.
Little ones are still healthy and happy. Their growth has tapered off a bit, and we've dropped out of the 90th percentile into the low 80s. That's fine by me seeing as they are about 7 and 6 pounds. That's plenty big enough. My goal had only been 5 lbs each! They are both sitting straight up as uncomfortable as can be for me, headbutting me in the ribs. Of course this breech position means there is no discussion, but it will be a c-section for me. Again, I'm completely okay with that. I didn't really have a preference either way, just so long as everyone is healthy (and coming out the same way).
C-section means, of course, that I officially have a date... I think that April 28th at 12:30 is a nice time to be born, don't you?
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