Everything is truthfully going pretty good. We're at 33+ weeks, and about 5+ pounds per baby. We did not have a very good ultrasound tech today, so I all can really say is that their heart rates were well within normal (136 and 148) and they both had grown adequately- looking at more than 5 pounds per baby. Our next OB appointment is Friday and we are probably going to start talking about our "birth plan."
This is the time when all the books talk about how tired you are- this is true, they weren't lying. On top of that I have had probably one of the worst colds I have had in a long time. I even canceled class, much to my student's dismay. I have taken up nasal lavage and I am still looking for the lung that I coughed up (ooo, does the coughing hurt). I think that God is helping me realize how miserable the babies would be if they ever got sick and reminding me to take extra good care of them. This has only made me embrace the idea of staying in the house and not going ANYWHERE for the first 2 months. If you come to our house, I want you here, but I may also ask you not to breathe on the boys, so bring your own oxygen.