Well, I’m still waiting to find out if the girls passed their NST this morning. The fact that a resident hasn’t come by, dragging an ultrasound machine behind him or her, is a good sign. I never thought I’d have so many ultrasounds in one pregnancy – I can’t even count them all. I had a slew of them in the first trimester due to persistent spotting, then a few “souvenir” ultrasounds done by my OB doctor because he took pity on my fervent desire to see the little miracles inside again and again (and also because I work at his office and only had to walk a few steps to get into the ultrasound room!), and then a battery of them after my hospital admission. Our girls have been so closely monitored in utero that they are going to be born saying “cheese!” for the cameras they expect to be awaiting their grand entrance! I doubt they’ll be disappointed, as their doting parents and grandparents will soon try to capture every hiccup on film. Of course, they still may not end up being as lavishly photographed as their cousins, since Jim doesn’t quite share his brother-in-law’s fascination with camera lenses the size of bread loaves! But then again, you never know – the flush of paternal infatuation may morph Jim’s affection for all things gasoline-powered into all things baby-powered! Hmm…not likely…but at least I can promise that he will incorporate his love for his daughters with his love for boats. He’s already purchased two pint-sized life jackets – he may try to convince me that they make perfect going-home-from-the-hospital outfits! 🙂
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