I had my ultrasound at the Perinatal Center today.  About 10 minutes into it, I started to feel bad.  I turned onto my left side some and she continued the ultrasound.  Then she couldn’t get any more measurements that way.  I went back onto my back.  That lasted all of 2 minutes.  I turned onto my right side, just to get off my back so that she could get the measurements she needed.  Too late.  I went into my pass-out mode.  Ringing ears, hyperventilating, shking hands, sweating.  I even added some dry-heaving this time.  I had 4 nurses and my perinatologist around me for a bit there.  All because of the weight of the babies cutting off the blood flow from lying on my back.

Let’s talk about weight, shall we?  One of them is 3 lbs 4 oz.  The other is 3 lbs 11 oz.  For the sake of convenience, I will call that a total of 7 lbs of baby.  The one that has been Baby A is up high, with his head around my belly-button and his legs way up in my ribs.  Baby B has his head lodged down on my hip bone.  If they were being labeled at this point, their letters would be switched.  I can handle the legs in my ribs way better than the head on my hip bone.  My pelvis hurts.  That spot just aches non-stop.  It’s a shame that there isn’t any good way to get him to shift just the slightest.

Their weight is a result of the gestational diabetes.  Their legs measured right on track, but their bellies are fat.  Hopefully, that will even out more with me being on the diet.

I go back in four weeks for another ultrasound and monitoring.  At that point, I will be going to my delivering ob weekly and the Perinatal Center weekly.  I knew there would be more appts towards the end with twins, but I certainly wasn’t expecting two a week on a regular basis.  Talk about abusing your babysitters.