The little guys and I had our 30-week appointment today. Our fetal specialist, Dr. S, tilted his head and squinted several times as if he were slightly perplexed -- or possibly totally panicked -- as he took the babies' measurements. At one point, he urgently scooted his rolling chair across the room to consult my chart. He made my heart palpitate with worry.
And then he pronounced the babies fine.
Floatie A (i.e. the little one) grew by about 6 oz., over the last two weeks, while Floatie B shot up a full pound, to a whooping 3 lbs., 6 oz.
But the fact that they are both still growing is the headline here. The little guy is going to be smaller when he's born, but he's chugging along, gaining weight, keeping up his blood flow and moving around like crazy. Believe me, they are both ACTIVE little dudes.
Dr. S, who has in the past delivered terrifying news, actually told me he's "very happy" with my progress. Wooot!
My goal has been to get the babies to 32 weeks. Not to jump the gun, but the often-pessimistic Dr. S says he thinks we'll get there. We might not surpass it by much, but we're running toward that line with all our might.
xoxo
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