Pregnant Con Dos!

Since I'm about 4.5 months along now (with a due date of Nov. 5 or 11, still TBD), I'll be playing a bit of catch up in the next few posts.

No, we didnt' use fertility drugs. And, no, twins aren't in our family. Or, not really. There are twins on my side three generations ago, but no one since then (and FYI, the father doesn't determine twins, but can pass on a twinning gene to his female offspring). So, yes, these nuggets were a surprise. Even more of a surprise considering the "life plan" for Ry and I was one kid and two dogs. Maybe three. Dogs, that is.

We went in for our first pre-natal appointment in early April. I was really nervous because I had no pregnancy symptoms other than fatigue, which made me really worried that something was wrong with the baby. But my midwife found a heartbeat. In the process, she told me I was a bit too big to be just 10 weeks along and that must be more like 14 or so. She sent me for an ultrasound to date the pregnancy. Ry came with me and we were pretty excited, thinking that we had just fast forwarded a month in our pregnancy without even trying!

When the ultrasound technician put that wand to my belly, however, I saw almost immediately that there were two "things" on the screen, but considering I knew very little about pregnancy at the time, I convinced myself that was normal. Maybe the baby needed an extra sac for a pillow or something? Then the tech pulled the wand away and said, "are there twins in the family?" Um, what? WHAT? And that was how we were told we would be a family of 5 (I always count Roadie).

And then several hours of shock set in. I only remember that Ry and I called each other a few times that first day just to say, "We're having twins," as if to check and make sure it was the truth. That's not so necessary anymore, as my girth pretty much makes it clear that there is more than one in there.