We’ve reached 34 weeks, which is very important in two ways.  First of all, I can now deliver in Prescott, and won’t have to be taken to Phoenix (although that also means I’m missing out on a helicopter ride).  Secondly, babies born after 34 weeks have a really good chance not only of surviving, but of doing just as well as full-term babies, with no developmental delays or health problems later in life.  I’m still ordering them to stay in there for a few more weeks, but we are relieved to be at 34 weeks, to say the least.

So here you have all the possible angles, so you can see the baby bump in all its massive glory.  Other than feeling like a house, or a beached whale, I’m feeling pretty well.  Eating has become something of a challenge- I’m either dangerously ravenous or completely stuffed.  A handful of grapes is about the right size meal… until I’m starving 10 minutes later.  I just figure that means lots of smoothies and frappes and ice cream are in order!

The babies are still being monitored with non-stress tests twice a week, and they are doing fine.  Each baby is the size of a butternut squash this week, or so I read.  They still love to kick their mother in the bladder, and I know they are still breech because I can feel two little heads.  

This week we picked a pediatrician, and we have made progress on the nursery.  We have the walls painted and the cribs put together, along with the changing table.  And the clothes are in the dresser!

Now we just need to finalize names (which will be a secret until they arrive) and pack the hospital bag.