After I dropped that happiness bomb on you, I suppose you’d like a few more details, eh? Let’s see…
…Although the babies are both boys, we are pretty sure they are fraternal twins, not identical. I’m super curious to see how much they look alike, but genetically, they’re as close as any ol’ pair of brothers.
…If all goes well, I’ll be having a C-section sometime in November. Earlier would likely mean preemie and NICU time, and later is just not gonna happen (despite an early December official due date).
…I’ve been watched like a hawk this pregnancy, and so far, despite lots and lots of looking, no one yet has found anything wrong. It’s taken me a long time to get used to hearing GOOD NEWS at medical appointments.
…Of course, this goes without saying, but I think about Miller all the time. All the time. This pregnancy is just about 2 weeks off calendar-wise from my pregnancy with him, so I’m hitting all the milestones at just about the same time of year. It’s even possible these babies will be born on what was supposed to be Miller’s birthday. I consider this overall a good thing; it helps him feel close. But I’d say my happy/sad/nervous ratio is just about equal parts of all those things.
…These babies are the result of a Hail Mary final IUI. I still have no idea how I can have so many failed IUIs and then get one that works…times two? Randomness. Getting pregnant (or not) often makes no sense. However, I’m very grateful that we did not have to pay for or endure IVF.
…So far, the best thing I can think of, and please don’t judge, but if I can just get two alive babies at the end of this, I NEVER HAVE TO BE PREGNANT AGAIN. Please, please, let the babies be alive.
This is what I look like today, though I think this photo is deceptively flattering. I FEEL much huger. Officially, my belly is as big as a 25 week singleton pregnancy, even though I’m at 20 weeks. It’s about to get really fun