I had an OB appointment today. We began chatting about work and I told her I would really like to make it until 32 weeks. She said that we'll see. She meant that we will see if the babies aren't born by then!!
I was just talking about when I would be able to stay at home and keep my feet up. She let me know that she felt we should realistically be looking at the monkey's arrival around 33 weeks.
When we went to our first ultrasound and found out our due date of May 13th, we were told to expect the babies about a month before then. So I figured I would work until April and meet my my monkey's in the middle of the month, maybe even the end. Slowly my timeline I made up for myself has been chipped away. But 7 weeks early?? No way!! My goal is to keep them in until 36 weeks. My goal is to work until 32 weeks. I'm keeping my goals.
It gives me just a touch of guilt when I think about my little love bugs coming out so early. My embryos were really good and I am only 25. I could have just put one back in and not put them at risk. Now that they've been with me for almost 23 weeks, I can't imagine life any other way but with my prince and princess. But I can't help feel a little guilty.
I'm going to brush those feelings aside though because they are the most important thing now and they are both here. So if I can't make it at work until 32 weeks, then I can't. If I need to spend more time in bed, then I will. If they come out at 33 weeks, they will be okay and I will take care of them. But my bubble isn't officially burst yet.
I may have to go part time in a month anyhow with all the appointments I have! Twice weekly NSTs start in 5 weeks. Check ups with the perinatal specialist will continue. I have been in pretty serious pain down below for a few weeks and it hurts to walk. My baby boy is putting lots of pressure on my pubic bone so I also need to try to fit in trips to the physical therapist to prevent a break. I can't imagine what breaking my pubic bone would be like, so hopefully it won't happen!
I guess I should have read one of those damn pregnancy books . . . .