I had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday and I hit the dreaded scale.
I didn't gain any weight. So my babies continue to gain weight and I am holding steady. I seemed to have slowed down and I am happy about that. Hopefully, I will be able to maintain this trend for the last month. We shall see.
Everything seems to be going well. I talked to my doctor about an amniocentisis. Apparently, they will do an amnio if you want to be done and you are at least 37 weeks. I do not want one, no matter what. I can stick it out for one more week and be absolutely miserable if I don't go into labor on my own. I know I can do it. I have done this before, plus I have run a marathon. This is nothing!
I called my perinatologist' office today and they said that he wants to do an amnio on me at 36 weeks. I told the office lady, "No way!" I guess I will be able to have that discussion with him next week for my 34 week appointment.
I have already decided: I am going to be pregnant in October and those babies are coming home with me from the hospital. No NICU, no tubes. They will be healthy, fat little babies. I know I can do it. In order for this to happen, my house will be extra messy, Eli may be a little neglected, and Raef and Zach might get extra television and computer time. But I don't care. I am having fat, healthy, October babies.