In our comprehensive ultrasound today, we learned that both babies are still growing, so we’re holding tight. The placenta previa persists, so we’re looking at a C-section for delivery, though we’re holding out hope for a couple more weeks. Tomorrow will be 34 weeks, and we’re so thankful to have gotten this far.
Our baby girl’s estimated weight is five pounds, three ounces, and our son’s is a tiny-but-still-growing three pounds, twelve ounces. He’s still down in the second percentile, but his abdominal growth (which was falling off considerably three weeks ago), though still measuring really small, is at least holding steady now.
So, after packing up everything and cleaning the house last night in preparation for an imminent delivery, we’re mighty relieved to be back home in our current configuration. It’s nice to have these reality checks and dry runs, but they only serve to remind us of how reluctant we are to move forward. I’m a great procrastinator, and this is the ultimate procrastination.