That’s what the dr. said yesterday at my 36 week appointment. According to the ultrasound measurements, I am hauling around about 13 and a half pounds of baby! The babies appear to weigh within ounces of eachother, almost 7 pounds each. No wonder I can barely move! But it’s great news for them since big twins usually = healthy twins, and it appears that things continue to be textbook. My blood pressure is good, my weight gain is good, the babies look good, everything is good. The mega-foot and ankle swelling that happens if I spend any time on my feet is also pretty common. Essentially they should gain an ounce a day each now, and their lungs are just maturing. Everything else is done. At 37 weeks, they will be considered full term.
I asked the dr. if he was sure he didn’t want to go in to get the babies sooner than June 15, but he said no. Two weeks ago, I thought labor was coming. Now I feel like I am going to last the full two weeks, and I am bummed about it. Don, on the other hand, is all for keeping them in as long as possible. I’m just ready to meet them and start to get my body back. Between their heads getting stuck under my ribs, them kicking my bladder, the constant heartburn, and rolling over in bed being an Olympic caliber event, I feel like it’s time for them to get out! Sometimes I think God makes the last few weeks of pregancy really uncomfortable so that once the babies are born, you can think back to the discomfort and at least be glad that’s done, even if the baby is crying and you are getting no sleep. Who knows, maybe I’ll be singing a different tune once they are here.

Don and I are getting nervous about once they actually come, too. We know we’re going to need help, and we have had many people offer, but it’s hard to know now how much help we’ll need and when we’ll need it. He’ll be off for a week, and then hopefully we can start to schedule people to come and either stay for several days at a time, or even just come and help me during the day. Any volunteers? Feel free to hit that “Contact Us” area over on the right and send us an email!

Here’s the 36 week belly shot:

And here’s a picture of the baby birds born yesterday in the nest of the geranium hanging on the front porch. At least I’m only having two – this poor bird mom has 4 born and 2 more eggs still to go! They’re cute, an an ugly kind of way. And everytime I look in the nest, one has its neck craned up, ready to eat. I think baby birds and baby humans probably have a lot in common that way…