It's a GIRL (and a girl and a boy)!!!

We are having one boy and two girls. I went for another sonogram on Friday and he confirmed that Baby C is a little girl. He went through the same routine of looking at the development of all the major organs, umbilical cord flow, amount of amniotic fluid and estimated weight and length. All the babies look great. They are about 6-7 inches long and weigh between 5 and 7 ounces. Baby A (the boy) is the biggest and is measuring about 1 week and 2 days larger than gestational age and Baby C is about 4 days bigger and B somewhere in between. Their larger size is attributed to my awesome weight gain and daily spinach craving. And now the Girl Scout cookies at our house are disappearing at an alarming speed which is probably helping as well. At this rate I was told that at 23-24 weeks my size would be equivalent to the 40-week mom with one baby.
I’ll be 17 weeks on Wednesday.
One new test this week was to look for a “milk mustache” on each of the babies. They all looked like they were posing for the “Got Milk?” ads which is good because a milk moustache means the upper lip is forming correctly with no evidence of cleft lip. I’m glad they passed that one because I don’t even drink milk unless it is soy and vanilla flavored.

They were not too cooperative with pictures this time. I think once they posed for the milk shots they had enough. All they wanted to do was kick and punch one another and wiggle out of the pictures. We did get a few though.

One is Baby C with her hand close to her face.

And the other is Baby A who looks upside down with his head at the bottom, spine on the right and butt in the air.

B is usually hamming it up but she didn’t want to cooperative on Friday and had her back to us.
Right now they are all stacked on top of each other with A at the bottom and C at the top. They each are in their own sack and have their own placenta which is very good. But, this does not necessarily mean that they are all fraternal. There is a possibility that the two girls are identical even if they are not together. We won’t know until they are born. I ask every time I go in case they are holding out some secret test they haven’t told me about yet.
I could have a list of complaints like heartburn, itchy compression stockings, swelling, growing out of all of my clothes and losing the ability to bend over but they are all pretty minor. If I started complaining now, the impact will be lost later when I really have something to complain about. So I’m saving it up and one day I’ll bring out the big guns to get Rich to run to the store when I just can’t live without a pint of Cherry Garcia.