If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3 of Our Infertility Story, or Our Pregnancy Story…well, you may want to do that before you move on!
All righty. On to Our Birth Story!
It was Friday, August 12, I was 33 weeks and 4 days along, and I went in for a routine (well, routine for me!) doctor’s appointment. They wanted to do another test to monitor the babies’ heart rates, and I also had to turn in my 24-hour urine sample for them to test to make sure I wasn’t preeclamptic. It just so happened that Jerrod had taken off work to go in with me, as I hadn’t been feeling so great that week, and he was a little concerned for me to go by myself.
After the heart rate monitoring, with everything looking great, we sat and waited for the results of the urine test. My regular doc wasn’t in, so we were seeing his partner.
In a few minutes, the doctor came in, stated everything was looking good, and that he thought we were about a week or 10 days out from a delivery. “We’re not there yet,” were his exact words.
Perfect! The nursery was almost done, I would pack my hospital bag, wrap up some household projects, and get to see the two sweetest faces in the world soon!
Just after he gave us that news, he asked us to hold on for a moment, and stepped back out.