Ever since the 33 week mark, our doctor appts have been every week instead of every 2 weeks, which definitely puts me at ease just in case anything unexpected arises. A new addition to our appointments have been the NST which is the Non-Stress Test. It measures the babies heartbeats and is supposed to detect contractions and how close they are, etc. Our 33 week NST went great. She stayed hooked up to the machine for about a half hour and the doctor came in and signed off on the results which he said were great consindering they're twins in there. And then last week, we heard that big word...contractions! She was hooked up to the machine for about an hour and the nurse came by, took a look at the printout of the results and said "did you know you had 4 small contractions in the last hour?" and then she walked away. We both looked at each other like "Huuwhhhattttt?!" A million thoughts ran through my head from " i still have to put in the car seats" to "i have to still practice shooting video on my new camera." She stayed on the machine probably for another half hour and the doctor came by, took a look at the results and said he'll see us next week and if anything out of the ordinary happens, to come to the hospital. WHEW that was a relief. I googled contractions and it turns out women can have contractions that can last days, even weeks. My co-worker Kevin, who had twins a few months ago said contractions can last throughout the whole pregnancy. I'm definitely nervous about this upcoming life-change but hearing the word "contractions" really freaked me out. I stayed home the rest of the day to keep an eye on Lisa. After laying on her back for so long, she had a hard time walking which freaked me out further. Because in the morning on the way to the doctor's, she was fine. But after, I had to help her walk and get in and out of the car because of the all the pain that Baby A was causing since he's already upside-down and low.
On Wednesday we hit our 35 week mark and had our appointment on that Tuesday and it went great. During the sonogram, BOTH boys faced us for the first time and the "sonogram-ologist" [is that not their title?] was able to snap a picture of it. She said that they finally cooperated and didn't decide to hide this time.
We've got another 2 weeks to go until the craziness starts and we're both ready...sort of...its go time!
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