36 weeks and counting

So now the dynamic duo are full term (36 weeks for twins). And getting heavy. My body has reached truly grotesque proportions: if you imagine one baby curled up at my front, you get the impression there is a six-month-old child in there. Whenever I'm out (yes, I'm still walking), I get stares wherever I go. People look at me as though they are wondering what I'm doing out in public. I must be the most obviously pregnant woman they have ever seen. I am increasingly wondering what obese people do to get through small spaces. My friends remind me that fat is more flexible than a 47cm taut uterus.

I spent 2 hours yesterday strapped to a chair for a Non Stress Test so that they could monitor the babies' heartbeats. B was co-operative (he/she is the Zen one) and A, as usual, was kickboxing in utero, rendering impossible any proper tracking of his/her development. I'm supposed to do this test every week before they arrive, so I guess I won't have more than one more of them, but damn it's a tedious thing to be doing at this point. It's funny: the nurse gives you a little gameshow-type-buzzer for you to press when you feel fetal movement. My finger was pushing that thing the entire time. The irony is they ask for you to eat so the babies are active during the test, but A was too active and refused to settle down! This does not bode well for his/her life outside the womb.