24 Weeks!

Throughout this entire pregnancy I've been playing a sick game with myself. The game of "what was I doing at thins point when I was pregnant with the twins"? There are very few days I remember when I was pregnant with the twins. I remember some moments, but most I try to forget. I remember this day. I remember 24 weeks. This was the day I could not stop contracting while on strict bed rest at home, no matter how much terbutaline I injected into my leg. I "broke though" and terb wasn't working. I landed myself back into the hospital for the remainder of the pregnancy. Back on Mag. Urgh.
This time is different. At 24 weeks with Caroline my cervix is still very long without the hint of contractions. She measured in today at 1 pound 7oz! Perfect.
I haven't blogged yet about the person who takes the brunt of my anxiety. My ultrasound tech. The person who is also my good friend and seen me though all the drama with the twins. The person who told me before this journey began with Caroline, "if you ever have twins again...I'll quit my job". The person who found the incompetent cervix with the twins and still has PTSD from it. The person who I text at all hours with questions about my female ultrasound parts. This is how our weekly ultrasounds go:
Me: I don't see funneling...do you?
Ultrasound tech: nope looks good.
Me: You'd tell me if it looked bad, right?
Ultrasound tech: yes, Megan
Me: Does that amount of amniotic fluid look normal to you?
Ultrasound tech: yes, Megan
Me: You'd tell me if it didn't, right?
Ultrasound tech: blank stare.
It goes on like this until I'm done with my mental list of things I freak out about: cervix length, amniotic fluid, growth, placenta, and God forbid she lingers too long on a part of Caroline I just start asking questions about it...If she looks at the face too long I'll say "she doesn't have a cleft palate, right?" Followed, of course, by "you'd tell me, right?"

Don't worry, only 12 weeks to go!