It's Twins!

That's right, on March 26th I found out I was pregnant!  My primary doctors kept leaving the practice I was with, so finally my hottie husband (HH for the purposes of this blog) demanded I go to his doctor, Dr. B.  I took an at home pregnancy test, gave my hubby a kiss saying it was positive, went to Dr. B's office for my initial appointment with her, peed in a cup, and she proceeded to tell me she was done with me and to go see my OBGYN and endocrinologist (I have Hashimoto's disease which requires me to take daily supplements to counteract my partially functional thyroid gland).

HH and I decided to try and go the first trimester without telling anyone.  Two days later I was Skyping with my mom and she point blank asked if I was pregnant, I couldn't believe it, I couldn't lie, and so it began, her and my sister proceeded to scream, and I knew our plans to keep it a secret were doomed.  My local friends were quick to figure it out, as not having a glass of wine in my hand only meant one thing.  Once we made it to 8 weeks we started telling our close friends and family, asking them to keep it quiet until I made it through the first trimester.

For the past 8 weeks all I've wanted to do is eat and sleep.  I have minimal nausea, I learned quickly that if I ate every 2 hours it would stave that away, so I'm like squirrel with food stored all over the place, my car, the nightstand, work, backpack, husband's car.  I had my first case of heart burn, I was glad to learn it was not a heart attack...

I was supposed to have my first appointment with my OBGYN early May, but we ended up taking a last minute trip to Hawaii, so had to re-schedule and first available was 5/21.  HH really wanted to do the genetic screening and since 5/21 was cutting it close to the end of the time frame they made me an appointment for 5/18.  So on 5/18 I left work early and headed to my screening (bloodwork and an ultrasound to check the empty space at the back of the baby's neck which indicates risk of certain conditions).  The nurse was getting the ultrasound ready, lubing up my belly and what not, and was surprised to learn it was my first and asked if my husband was on his way.  I told him he was 15 mins away so we didn't need to wait, he started the ultrasound, I got super excited that I was going to see my baby, the nurse asked me again if I wanted to wait, and I told him if it wouldn't be too much trouble that would be great.

HH finally arrives, the nurse lubes me up some more, asks if twins run in my family, and proceeds to show us two little aliens swimming side by side in my belly.  HH and I exclaimed a ton of profanities and I started laughing at the ridiculousness of the news we just heard.  HH says if you would have asked him if there was any chance of twins he would have given it a 2%, which is very close to the statistical 1.7% chance of naturally having twins, 1.7%!  I instantly felt better about how huge I was and became totally enamored with the little aliens.  After the appointment I proceeded to Old Navy to stock up on maternity clothes, big thanks to Beth for getting me started with some hand me downs.

Esses (our fave baby names are Emily and Sam, so Emily-Sam-Sam-Emily, now plural due to the twins, I can tribute the name to my mom) are healthy as can be as far as they can tell.  The have a healthy amount of space in the back of their neck, normal size and heart beats, and all body parts appear normal.  They are most likely fraternal twins, each has their own placenta/sack which is the least risky type of twins.  But, twins are still more risky than just one so they have promised to watch me often and closely, which means lots of ultrasounds where I get to see the babies :-)  HH is betting two boys, my bet is a boy and a girl.  Either way, looks like they are both going to have oral fixations just like his mother (that's a hand right by the mouth, the nurse thought one of them may have been sucking his thumb).

Baby A

 

Baby B

Tomorrow, 5/23, marks the start my 13th week of pregnancy, so I'm making it Facebook official and all that  jazz, I am freaking pregnant with twins, holy crap.

Every other thought in my mind is holy crap it's twins.  It's got us reconsidering EVERYTHING.  Do we need to get a minivan (yuck) instead of an SUV?  Would we survive HH being gone 18 months learning to fly helicopters?  Do we need to do two nurseries?  Is the due date 11/28 still accurate (no, we are looking at early to mid-November if my cervix is able to hold out that long)?  Will I end up in bed rest (my OBGYN says it's likely with twins even though all my vitals are currently normal)?  Is there room in my body for two babies?  How big am I going to get?  How will we afford this?  When should I go back to work after the babies are born?  What type of childcare do we get, can we even afford any kind with twins?

Despite the unanswered questions, the sleepiness and not being able to unwind with a glass of wine, I am LOVING being pregnant.  I am constantly rubbing my belly, often cause I have gas, but mostly because I love the thought of growing something(s) inside me.  I have less patience and I am more demanding with my husband, but things at work feel less stressful, it's like growing babies puts things in perspective in a good way.

Stats:

13 weeks pregnant

+ 7 lbs from starting weight

Still exhausted

Loving refried beans (burritos or anything taco bell), green olives, bagels with cream cheese and fruit.

Puking at the sight of ribs, but no morning sickness for over a week now.

Thinking about leasing a minivan...

Next appointment (potentially learning sexes) 6/21!