30 week milestone

30 is the new 36. At least for twin mums and at least according to my gynaecologist who I went to see this week. During my marathon of check ups which latest addition are cardiotocograms to measure the twins heartbeats, movements and possible contractions he told me that the "pleasant" side effects of pregnancy I am going through right now usually would not occur until 36 weeks. 36 weeks if you would only carry one child. Not two like me ~ the giant whale who finds less and less clothes in her closet that still fit and who managed to break a desk chair this week.

Oh boy, I am with you Dr. S. Never before in my life has my body given me such distinct signals telling me when and where to stop. Before, I was often able to push myself, somehow ignore pains and tiredness and sickness. Not this time. Not a chance. Not with the scale showing 75kg. I still try to do as much as I can but exhaustion usually gets the better of me these days. 

Another funny and on going thing this week are ultrasounds. Last week when I went for my first session of birth planning at the hospital I chose to give birth in the ultra sound they did showed a rather worrying discrepancy in terms of weight and height between the twins. The doctor was far too busy to did not comment on this any further but  too late: the worrying number had already entered my head and was not willing to leave. I mean it did not really shock me as over the past weeks this process had been noticed and monitored, I wrote about it here: http://twolineslater.blogspot.com/2011/08/24-weeks.html, but ever since I found about it I became very mum like and it had worried me. Since then it was like a new shot at gambling every time the doctor squeezed half a bottle of lube on my belly and turned on the ultrasound. Would we win this week? The big jackpot?! Had my little girl put on more weight? Was she on the same level as her brother now? Although the process got monitored regularly since I got back from China so far no jackpots answers were found. 

Now when I went to see my gynaecologist this week he first listened to my concerns, then showed me entirely different but very much more positive results on his ultrasound. Well now...Who to trust and believe in? I left the office feeling somewhat relieved and confused. Two days later, although the results only being valuations, I decided to trust in his results a bit more. I mean the man currently resides in my top 5 of favourite men in my life. The hospital doctor? Ehm, not so much yet. Sometimes it is just easier to choose sides, then stop worrying whether the other side would have been better. Unfortunately the gamble is not over yet. Tomorrow we are back in gamble land when the doctor specialized in this field will yet turn on her ultrasound to tell me what numbers she has to offer. 3 ultrasounds in a week?! Should I consider myself lucky?! I don´t even know how to feel about that now. Well let´s see what tomorrow brings. 30 weeks. High five to myself. 

30 weeks.