Groundhog day?...

So I went to the doctor on Friday and our nurse--the figurative groundhog--foretold 6 more weeks of winter, um I mean pregnancy. Yep, that's right, they think I'll go 38 weeks. I know that would be great for the girls, but all I could think was, "you're kidding right?" Except I believe I was actually thinking in expletives.

Of course I want the girls to be in the best possible situation, but its hard not to think about swollen ankles, constant pain, and of course the 40 lbs I've already gained. "You're right on track," they say. For what? A circus sideshow?

The babies are doing well. I had another growth scan sonogram, which is the one where they measure the babies' head, stomach, and femur and then come up with a measurement that is more or less their weight. Rowan (Baby A) has dropped already (head down) and she was so far down in my pelvis that they couldn't get a good measurement of her head. So her weight came out to 3 lbs 14 oz, but they know she's actually bigger than that. Evelyn is also head down and is weighing 4 lbz 4 oz. She's not quite as far down as Rowan, so she can still kick under my ribs. All that talk about how its so much better after the babies drop apparently only apply to singletons.

Btw, I'd post the most recent sonogram pictures, but the babies are so big now that you really can't see much...a foot here, a hand there, but they are more or less indistinguishable. The nurse doesn't think they'll turn again since they are running out of room pretty quickly and Evelyn is blocking Rowan from turning.

In case you're wondering, in our Ob's practice we have our doctor, plus two nurses. One is a labor and deliver nurse, so when we deliver she'll be there with the doctor. The other nurse is only at the practice. Sometimes I'll see the doctor, and sometimes I'll see one of the two nurses, but they all work closely together and switch off.

I am now 33 weeks along, so its really only 5 more weeks now. I'm actually rather miserable for the most part. My mom and sister came over today to clean and cook for us. It was really great to have them here to help. They even put the crib together and washed new baby clothes that were still sitting in their gift bags.

This past week Andre and I also went to a breastfeeding for multiples class. It was a great class. We knew some of the other couples from our Mothers of Multiples group too. Our instructor was so knowledgeable that I left the class feeling very confident about nursing two babies.

This week, Tuesday actually, Andre has his promotions test for the fire department. To move up the ladder (no pun intended) in the fire department you have to take a test and then score better than everyone else who took the test. Then, if and when a position opens up you get to move into that position. So he's been studying for months now and its almost finally over. He took the test around our wedding and scored 13th place out of 280 people. But then the dept. adds years in service to your score which bumped him down to 40th. You get a year for every year you've been in the department. So if you score a 90, but you've been in 10 years then you walk out with a 100. Personally, I think the policy is kind of dumb. Just because you've been doing something for a long time doesn't mean you've been doing it right.

Anyhow, Andre's been in 6 years now and he tests really well, so hopefully he'll pass. If he does he will no longer be a "firefighter," he will be a "driver." As a driver he will no longer run into burning buildings, but when the lieutenant is gone, Andre will be in charge of the station. Unfortunately, promoting means that he will most likely change stations and he's become very close to his crew.