So, at 31 weeks (I've been waiting for this fruit comparison for a long time), the babies are each the same size as a pineapple!

(Ouch, doesn't that look uncomfortable?) While space is ever tighter for these two, the doctor said it is still possible that they could change positions (up until about the 34th week)--although I continue to think this is unlikely, since they've both been in their current positions almost the entire pregnancy! But, the doctors won't start making plans one way or the other until much later on.
Which brings us to our current frustration. Daniel and I are inclined to be planners--we want to be able to plan for these babies' arrival, both for their births and the birth experience, and for our families, and for our friends, and for Spud, and for ourselves. We want to know what to expect--but, unfortunately for us, we are essentially part of a waiting game from here on out. I understand that even if one of our doctors was to say, "THIS is how it will go," there are a million different variables that they cannot foresee--so they prefer not to make predictions (even though I might prefer it if they did). We have another appointment on Friday with my OB/GYN, so we'll see if she has any additional insight that will put our want-to-be-planning minds at ease.
I started working from home this week, which has been wonderful so far. In fact, I'm not wearing pants right now, and it is fantastic. Allow me to highly recommend it...
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