Thursday, January 14, 2010

Is this really happening?

Allow me to introduce myself. Small town girl with two cats, married a great guy, got a dog, had a beautiful baby boy, bought a house (complete with treehouse and white picket fence), decided to get pregnant again. All in the course of about 5 1/2 years. Crazy? Maybe. But I've always known what I wanted out of life, so when opportunity knocked, who was I to turn it down?

On May 21st 2009 I entered my bathroom and did what many women dare to do. I peed on a stick. I saw two lines. Then, in the days that ensued, I peed on more sticks. All signs pointed to "you better get used to it, because your life will never be the same!" Hubby and I were very happy to become a family of four, and decided to keep our news quiet for a bit. In my opinion, nothing is sacred these days and in the era of cell phones and social networking (of which I am shamefully addicted) we promised one another that we would savor the moment for ourselves, maybe for the first trimester.

For the next few days I enjoyed every minute of my ravenous appetite, even dragging my husband and 18 month old to a Thai restaurant 30 minutes away on an almost violent craving. We pondered these cravings, wondering how I could possibly have them so soon. "Imagine if it were twins?" said Ben. "I would die" I replied. We even went so far as to look up "symptoms of twin pregnancies". Funny how mother's intuition was #1.

On June 3rd, our silence was broken...oh how it was broken. Things didn't seem quite right and my doc sent me for a pleasant internal ultrasound. After a giving the technician a brief tutorial on where to stick the wand (not even kidding and I flatly refuse to delve into this any further), she non-chalantly chimed, "Oh, it looks like you're having twins, do they run in your family?". Cue the record scratch.

"Excuse me?" I choked. She repeated herself, congratulated me and sent me on my way with a wave of her bangle-clad wrist. I walked to my car, with a slight feeling of having the wind knocked out of me. I sat in the front seat and dialed hubby's number at work. I believe I spit out something along the lines of, "Everything's fine, but I'm having twins". Of course he thought I was kidding, as many people tend to suspect of me, but eventually I got through to him and the rest my friends, is history.


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