I don’t think I have blinked since yesterday.
The day started out normal enough. I had a breakfast meeting with Ed’s web designer, and then Ed and I went to our favorite coffee shop for a snack before going to the movies. We saw The Bourne Legacy and I started drinking my water like I was supposed to at 2.
We arrived for the appointment on time, got registered, and waited. When the tech came out, she said she would take me back first to get some initial measurements, and then call Ed back in a few minutes.
The table was positioned where it wasn’t overly comfortable for me to look at the screen, but I did anyway, and as soon as she started swirling the thinger around on my belly, I saw it. 2 dark areas in the abyss of my uterus. In the back of my mind, I already knew it was twins. I can’t explain it, but I just knew. It was one of those things where I didn’t say anything aside from joking, because everyone says “Hahahahaaa, I’m probably having twins!” and then they move merrily on their way with singletons. But honestly, I knew. So, just as I was about to ask the tech if those 2 blobs meant what I thought they did, she turned off the machine, and said she was going to get Ed.
That pretty much clinched it for me, and as soon as he was in the room, the door closed, and the machine turned back on, the tech said “So, you are having twins!” Ed was certain that she was joking. That I had set up some elaborate ruse with the tech, just to get him. Until he saw my face, that is, which I am sure was contorted in to a mix between craze and terror. And until I started letting off a string of profanity and mumbo jumbo and who knows what else. Then we went through the rest of the ultrasound, and terms like Baby A and Baby B began floating around and I died because sometime in March I will have 5 kids and need to sport a Duggar hairdoo and denim jumper. (Trust me. I know there are perfectly normal people who have 5 kids. But I was having a moment.)
So anyway, the rest of yesterday was a blur, though I got many encouraging words from all of The Internets and from my cousin Em, who is a twin herself and is (1)normal and (2) knows that a lot of my anxiety stems from telling my mother. Anyway. I appreciate all of you more than you know; you are really saving my sanity.
And now, we wait, I guess. I feel like calling the doctor and saying “Hey! I’m having TWINS! What are you going to DO about it??” but I don’t think that will get me anywhere. I think I will sign up for the 11 week high tech ultrasound though, even though we didn’t plan on it initially. The outcome likely won’t change anything, but I feel like in this situation, I need to be as prepared as possible. Plus, I get to see them again! And, my original OB who left my old favorite midwife practice is the head of the high risk shenanigans at our hospital, and I will get to talk with her about it.
Ok! So, here is what we know about the twins so far:
- 2 separate sacs, with a thick membrane in between, which means fraternal babies who will have their own fluid and placenta.
- they measured at just over 7 weeks, which is a week smaller than they should based on my last period–supporting my theory that antibiotics caused a second ovulation (double ovulation, at that!!).
- My official due date is April 1st, but twins can come much earlier! April Fools day! But I can assure you, this is not a joke!
Last night when we were in bed, Ed told me that he feels like he won the lottery. That this is the best thing that has ever happened to him. That we are going to be great, and have so much fun.
I really hope he’s right.