Last Wed we got to see the boys at our bi-monthly peri appointment. The identicals are still making it nearly impossible to measure them. The tech didn't even pick up the wand. I think she's still scarred from our last visit. Doc adopted a confused and mildly perturbed face from the moment they popped on screen. She just kept mumbling and grumbling under her breath. At different points I heard her say "Who's foot is that?" and "Is that a hand?" It was finally decided that Baby A (who I firmly believe used to be Baby B, but whatever...) is feet down at a diagonal and baby B is hands down and transverse. Baby C behaved like always and stayed out of the wrestling match. The official weights were 2lbs7oz, 2lbs5oz and 2lbs3oz. All measuring ahead for singletons. Somehow our fraternal is our little guy. Just our trio's style to go against the norm. Our tech reminds us that our boys are going to be a handful at every appointment. I believe her whole heartedly.
What's worse than being 27 weeks pregnant with triplets? Being pregnant with triplets...in Texas...in August...with NO a/c! That was us for 2 weeks. Well, some of 2 weeks anyway. It did work sporadically. After 2 weeks, 4 visits, 5 nights in a hotel, 40 million calls from my wife to the a/c repair place and many many tears our a/c is good as new. What a pain. The stress was causing Trina to have a lot of contractions. It was really begining to scare me. She went from having 0-3 contractions an hour to 5-7 contractions an hour. Now that all is well with the homestead, they've calmed back down. Now she's back to only having to deal with constant pain (back, hands, feet, legs, you name it), swelling extremities and acid reflux. Sounds like heaven, right? :)