Yesterday, we went in for a NST1 and an ultrasound so the tech could do a Doppler on our little girl’s umbilical cord. She has been measuring on the smaller side, so we have weekly appointments to ensure that there are no issues tied to blood flow and oxygen. As has been the case since we started this journey, she passed without a hitch.
The NST measures both twins in a different manner. The doctor is specifically looking for heart rate, movement, and also measures contractions. This was the first time we experienced issues with the twins, now that they’re purely on a nocturnal schedule, they were sleeping while being monitored so movement was pretty scarce.
The technician ended up using an acoustic stem to try to elicit a reaction, which worked, in a manner of speaking. Basically, the twins stirred enough to give a big “Fuck you, bitch.” prior to settling back down and going to sleep. It was beyond amusing, simply because the look on the technician’s face was priceless. The twins gave a clear, “Bitch, I will cut you.” message and I think she was taken aback. Let’s hope, this is a good sign of things to come and they’re simply letting mommy and daddy know that, once they’re down, they’re down and here’s the “Do not disturb.” sign to prove it.
After the appointment, we went out to eat to kill time since we had an appointment with my OB in 2 hours and there was no point in going home to only turn back around and return. Brunch was delicious, I got a BLTA2 and Robby got an omelet with similar ingredients. Once we finished eating, we returned to the hospital, and hang out in the car for 40 minutes prior to making our way to the offices.
First off, let me tell you, having a pregnant woman in her 3rd trimester try to hold her pee is cruel and unusual punishment. It was not in the least bit pleasant and I was this close to saying screw the urine sample, I’m breaking the seal, when the MA finally called us back.
The doctor’s visit was fairly short because we’d already done the ultrasound and NST, so there was no need for him to do the Doppler to check heartbeats again. The one thing that has potentially changed is the timeline for when the twins arrive.
Originally, the plan was to induce me at 38 weeks, assuming we made it that far, however with our little girl measuring on the small side, he’s considering pushing my induction up to 36 weeks. All of this is based on the growth ultrasound we have this coming Friday. If there’s been significant growth, we’ll wait until 38 weeks, if she’s still measuring on the small side, then there’s not real benefit in letting her bake longer and she may actually do better on the outside.
So, what does that mean?
Basically, it means we could go from 4 weeks of lead time to 2 weeks. Cue the freak out. Okay, not really. I’ve somehow managed to adopt more of a Zen attitude about their impending birth, while friends around me are freaking out.
I’m honestly not sure why I’m not panicking or stressing out, because anyone who knows me, knows I’m a HUGE control freak, but I guess at the end of the day whatever will be, will be.