So I'm a little more mainstream and don't mind the talk of drugs and whatnot, but last night at my childbirth class the nurse really got to me. Here's a transcript of our conversation (and a good reason I will never, ever get there early again and be stuck in one-on-one conversation):
Nurse: When are you due again?
Me: February 22
Nurse: You'll have your babies in January, since they're twins.
Me: Well, I'm hoping for Feb. 1 at the earliest, as that will be 37 weeks.
Nurse: Nope, you won't make it to February. You're going to have January babies.
Me: My grandma carried my dad and his twin brother to 38.5 weeks, and that was in 1948.
Nurse: My daughter's twins were born at 34 weeks and they weighed 4 pounds each and didn't need any NICU time. They were fine! January is a good month to have babies.
AAARRRGGG! Is it crazy that I don't think a 4-pound baby is "fine?" I mean, I know they can come early and I can't control it, but seriously, is "making it" to 34 weeks the best goal one can have?
What I really couldn't take was how she just sat back in her chair and shook her head at any notion of them being born in February...as if no twins EVER make it to 37 weeks.
Last class she told me they would be born in December, so at least her optimism is growing.
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