Kelly had an appointment with our MFM last week. These little guys are just rocking right along. Both weighing about 3.5 pounds each and of course, both turned breech...hopefully not to stay. She already thinks at least one turned since then, and the doctor assured her that there was still time for them to cooperate.
The boys were pretty shy with the camera and this was the only decent shot (other than a tush pic) that they were able to get.
It amazes me that we are less than 3 weeks from leaving for Texas to wait for these little guys arrival. The doctor believes that she will not be induced and will go into labor before that. I just hope that it's after our arrival. Kelly will be 34.5 weeks when we arrive.
As far as how she's feeling, and I'm sure those reading this that have had twins know...she's pretty uncomfortable. She doesn't sleep well and their movements can sometimes stop her in her tracks. It's pretty darn hot in Texas, and with 4 kids, 3 dogs and always being on the go, she is dealing with painful swelling. It goes down when she is able to put her feet up and rest, but still...I hate that she's in any discomfort.
It still blows my mind. That because of the willingness and kind heart of another, in the next month or so, we'll be holding our sons. I can't tell you how many times that thought crosses my mind on a daily basis.
What a truly remarkable journey this has become.