Twice a week non-stress tests, due to marginal cord insertion (just have to make sure she continues to get enough blood through there), high blood pressure (not yet preeclampsia) and other such un-fun stuff. A lot of making sure everyone is doing OK in there and that I am doing OK out here. An abundance of scheduling appointments, reminiscent of the land of IVF that got us here in the first place.
(Babies were great and responsive, as of today, but keeping a close eye, so we can get them out of there if we need to, but I want them in there as long as possible.)
A big belly.
A full backseat.
A big belly.
A full backseat.
A final week of work.
And planning to spend a weekend getting EVERYTHING ready, just in case.
