I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to tell all of you about the last few weeks, because they’ve been the most terrifying, exciting, and most uncertain weeks of my entire life.
But first let’s start with the news…
I’m pregnant! 🙂
And, if the title of this post gives you any indication of how pregnant I am, here’s another piece of news:
There are TWO buns in my oven!
Oh yes, blog peeps, it’s TWINS!
The Hubs’ Prediction
Ever since we removed the goalie, the hubs has been teasing me about twins. Any time we’d talk about having a baby, the hubs would say “or babies!” Then, while he was studying medicine abroad in India this past summer, the first delivery he saw (and the first delivery he’s ever seen!) was a c-section for twins. And then he saw another one. He called me and said, “Hey, maybe it’s a sign!” Then, he sat behind boy twins on the long flight home from India. To top it off, I also have two sets of twins in the class I am teaching right now. I’ve taught hundreds of students in Grenada, and I’ve never taught twins until now. (Oh yeah, I teach English at the university here – don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned that before!) 🙂
Anyway, looking back, all the signs that this was going to happen were there. Hubs kept noticing them, and I kept saying he was crazy.
We ended up getting pregnant right when he returned home from his trip, and when we went for our first ultrasound, there they were – two little dots, our babies, just as the hubs said. 🙂 The ultrasound tech moved the probe over my stomach, and I saw them instantly. He kind of paused, then went back as if he had to make sure, and asked me the question I’ll never forget: “So, do twins run in your family?”
I responded with a very classy, “Holy Shit!” And then I proceeded to say that unladylike phrase about 20 more times throughout the session. I was floored.
Of course, even though I was shocked, in some weird way, the hubs was not surprised at all. He just smiled and said, “I told you!”
The First Few Weeks
I can’t even convey what it feels like to get that sort of news. It’s such a mixture of fear, excitement, shock, and love that’s truly overwhelming. The biggest hurdle was that I was only 5 weeks pregnant when we found out about the twins.
Because it was so early, the ultrasound tech told us not to get excited or tell anyone since there was a high chance one of them could miscarry or that one of the sacs was empty. Apparently this happens a lot, and it’s one of the negatives of getting such an early ultrasound (My cousin had twins and didn’t know she had two until they did a gender check. So, we had the fortune and the misfortune of knowing about the possibility very, very early.)
At the end of that first ultrasound, the tech told us to come back in a week, and at that appointment, he’d let us know if we had two viable embryos or if one reabsorbed. Until then, he said, don’t get attached to the idea, which of course we did.
The Longest Week Ever
When I tell you that was the longest week of my life, I really mean it. The hubs and I could barely function. We were so worried that we would lose one or both of the babies. We didn’t know we were going to have two of them, but once we saw both of those little dots, we’ve never wanted something so badly in all our lives.
We didn’t sleep well and we didn’t do our work that well and in general we were just sick. The hubs found me sitting on the floor of the shower just sobbing the first night we found out completely freaking out. It was just really emotional and overwhelming, and I had so much hope and so much fear all at the same time.
The hubs was so sweet and reassuring, telling me we could do anything, telling me they were both going to live, that they were both going to be fine. He listed all the things we’ve done together, everything we’ve conquered that was difficult. He said, “We moved to Grenada, you dealt with Hurricane Katrina, I’ve made it through two years of medical school, you started a business, and things have worked out. This will too.”
We’re So Lucky
When we went to our second ultrasound a week later, you could totally feel the anxiety just oozing out of both of us. We had no idea what kind of news we were going to get, but we were more than ready to find out.
Right away, the ultrasound tech got a strong heartbeat from Baby A. It took mere seconds to find it. Once that relief set in, he went looking for Baby B. It literally felt like it was taking forever, and I got increasingly worried. The tech looked kind of somber and said, “It might take another week before we can hear Baby B’s heartbeat. It’s still really early, but it doesn’t mean that the baby is not okay.” I starting crying, and I guess my tears prompted him to search just a little more, and not two seconds later, Baby B’s heartbeat came over the monitor loud and clear.
It was the happiest day of my life.
It was better than any birthday, any trip, even better than our wedding day. We practically skipped out of that ultrasound room, and I can honestly say I have never been filled with such relief, joy, and love in all my life.
Today, several weeks after those trying moments, both babies are doing so well. They still each have a strong heartbeat, and last time we saw them, they’d grown little arms and legs. 🙂
We feel like the luckiest people in the world, and we’ve been overwhelmed with the support of our family and friends.
More To Come
I’m so happy to get to finally share this news with you, and if you have any questions about our new little family, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’d love to write another post answering them so just leave them in the comments below! You can even make predictions and let us know if you think we’ll have two boys, two girls, or one of each!
My one request is to please post positive comments (no scary twin or pregnancy or “parenting is awful” type stories) We’re trying hard to keep things light and happy around here! Also, if you’ve thought I was oddly quiet in the blogosphere lately or not as communicative, now you know why! Hope you forgive me. 😉