just keep swimming!

I ended up in the ultrasound room with the specialist first thing this morning - a bit disoriented as they'd gotten me up from a sound sleep and hurried me across the hall. The babies are ok - the doctor said that their weight difference was expected with multiples - well his words were "one always gets most of the groceries" - although I'm still a bit alarmed. They were A: 11 ounces; B: 12 ounces (they had each gained an ounce since last week); C: 1 pound 4 ounces - guess who's getting the groceries. I was assured that they were all within range for normal growth and development for their gestational age. I suppose I should let this go as well as there's really not much - well nothing I can do about it. My cervix apparently looks amazing - they seem to get really excited about it's length - there are no signs of pending labor which is good. I then got another short lecture on how little is known about preeclampsia (as if I weren't already aware) followed by the worst case senario outcome of having to deliver the babies far too early due to life threatening complications for me. Of course I burst into tears. The doctor looked a little surprised and said he just wanted me to be prepared just in case but that I looked ok so far - it's just a day to day and hour to hour assessment. Wow, I feel so prepared now, thanks. pft. good talk good talk. With that he left after asking Brent something about golf.

So the point is, we're all still here oh and I've started picking up a pound here and there which is good - I'd lost a bit after being admitted here -still no signs of swelling and still feeling ok overall - just exhausted - next big day is permission Monday.