So, this week was my ultrasound. I was a little apprehensive going in, not only because of having lost a pregnancy before, but because Aaron has been teasing me since the day we found out we were expecting that I was going to have twins. Twins don't run in either of our families or anything; he's just been being a dork because he knows how much persuasion it took for me to agree to have a second baby. (He's an only child and I have a sibling, and we both want Ella to have what we didn't.)
Right, so back to the ultrasound. The technician took me in on my own first to get the measurements before bringing in Aaron and Ella. When she first put the wand on my belly I gasped because I thought I saw two circles, but when she zoomed in it was very clearly one baby, lying there sucking its thumb. Thank goodness. Then she started asking questions, like was this my first ultrasound for this pregnancy, etc. Then she turned to me and said, "So, how do you want me to tell you?" And I said, "there's two, isn't there?" And she said yes.
Anyway, the technician said she'd let me tell Aaron myself. I'd been telling Aaron that if we had twins that I would blame him for tempting fate, and that I'd hurt him. So, when he walked in the room I said, "You're in soooo much trouble." And he just stared. Then he said, "Noooo . . . Noo . . . No?" And then the technician showed him the two babies. The twins.
The technician wasn't allowed to tell me whether the twins were fraternal or identical, instead I had to wait until I saw my new OB/GYN today. But, when I got there it turned out that the ultrasound hadn't arrived yet, so they couldn't tell me anything. The new OB/GYN seems really nice, but she told me that it depends on what the ultrasound says to whether or not I can continue with her. Apparently there are two sacs with twins, and while the technician told me that the twins don't share the inner sac, if they share the outer sac, or, if they share a placenta, then I have to be transferred to the High Risk Department at the hospital I delivered Ella in.
I don't even know how to describe how I'm feeling these days. I mean, we're still kind of in shock. Well, more than kind of. This changes everything. I don't even know where to start. We knew we'd have to get a car with the new baby, but now it has to be a minivan. And now Ella has to stay in her room and we have to make the larger room into the twins' room. Not to mention all the extra baby stuff we need. Plus there's figuring out how to nurse two babies simultaneously . . . Plus lots of other things that I'm not even thinking of right now. It's more than a little overwhelming.
Well, at least it explains why my belly is so big. I'm only 12 weeks along, but I look more like 4-5 months. It's a bit funny, though, I feel huge, but I actually weigh 5 lbs less than I did when I got pregnant with Ella. I guess it's all a matter of perspective. I've been doing some research on twins and I read that by 28 weeks I'll be the size I was at 40 weeks with Ella. Madness. I don't know how I'm going to be able to move by the time I finally give birth.
Ok, I think I'm going to wrap it up for this week. Sorry if this entry has been a little disjointed, but my thoughts are just all over the place.
Until next week,