I totally jinxed myself about having a story book last couple of weeks. As soon as my sister, niece, nephews and friends left last weekend, I began a nasty bout of the stomach flu. By Sunday morning I still couldn't keep anything down. We decided in the early afternoon it was better to be safe than sorry and headed to the Labor and Delivery. Turns out I was severely dehydrated, contracting quite a bit and a tad dilated at .5 cm. I had yet another fFN, thankfully negative, was pumped full of fluids and monitored for several hours. It is a really scary experience when you feel that awful and have no idea how it is affecting your babies. Luckily they are just fine, but my body has taken quite the hit.
I had my normal follow up appointment yesterday and am measuring in at 31 weeks. So about 3 weeks ahead of a singleton. I feel huge so that makes sense. In two weeks I have our next growth scan and am very anxious to see how much bigger the boys are getting. Of course they have decided to move yet again and are now both in an "awkward transverse breech position" as so qouted by the ultrasonographer. Hopefully they will do yet another 360 before their arrival, but they are pretty cramped in there and running out of room. My stomach gets all contorted and alienesque when they move. It is quite the sight. Crazy to think that they could be here as early as the next 7 weeks!