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So my last entry was kind of odd and I've stayed away since. It's been a crazy, hectic two months. Let me back up. I was feeling really weird. Not like myself at all. Hubby even asked me if I maybe wanted to find a new hobby as I was being pretty clingy, which isn't usually me. I stopped by Walgreens the next day on my way to work and bought a pregnancy test. It came back positive. I almost fell off of the toilet right then and there. I was waving my hands around like a black woman at church. Right there on the shitter. I called hubby and said, "Hey- do you want some good news? We're having another baby". He was a little in shock too. No medication. No charts. No nothing. Just wild, animal sex and here comes another little one on the way. We decided we were going to keep this to ourselves, as it's very hard to un-do good news, which I learned roughly four years ago. Anyway, I started having some bleeding around when I figured I'd be seven weeks along. I called my doctor and he had me come in the next day. Hubby was with me. He took one look at the screen and said "WOW...when you do it you really do it"! There were TWO babies on the screen. I slightly yelled YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, while hubby was almost jumping up and down like a three year old child in delight. Was he fucking nuts? He looked at twin one and found the little, tiny heartbeat. Then when he focused on twin two, he couldn't find any heartbeat. Twin one measured at eight weeks and one day, while the other measured only seven weeks two days. He said that would probably explain my blood. I had a vanishing twin. One that didn't make it. I didn't know if I should cry, be thankful one was ok, or what so I just sat there in shock. For once, I had not one word to say. He sent me to a different doctor the next day with more modern equipment. Sure enough, no heartbeat. She said not to worry..the one was surviving so far. I woke up the next morning in a small pool of bright red blood. It was dripping like a light period. I freaked the fuck out and called the doctor. He had me come in for his first morning appointment. The surviving twin was still doing ok. He thought my body was possibly trying to expel the deceased twin, or some crap like that, I wasn't really listening by that point. My head was spinning and I just wanted him to shut up and say everything was going to be ok. So this brings me to today. I am twelve weeks and four days. Hubby and I went to the doctor today after over a month of cramping and bleeding to find our baby is going to make it. It has a very strong heartbeat. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A baby to add to our loving home. So that's why I have been so quiet since my last entry, and why I was talking like a crazed psycho. I feel like my old, crabby self again. Only happier as I am having another child with the love of my life. That's my story. Amy- I am not telling my parents until Sunday at my birthday dinner. Nick is going to walk in with one of the ultra sound pictures. PLEASE don't say anything to your parents before Sunday around 4:00 pm. Thanks!!!
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