Earlier this month I learned that my husband and I are pregnant. It’s been a long road to get here. With many obstacles from a diagnosis of a terminal disease then no, you just need an open heart surgery, you can’t have kids, well you can have kids, 9 months of trying to get pregnant and an appointment for infertility made. We ended up getting pregnant on our own. We made our pre-natal visit with the high risk team because of my open heart surgery. The doctor came in and talked to me about my surgery made some notes we talked and we asked questions. He then said lets take a look at your baby. He jellied my belly and started the ultra sound. he then let out a “hu” and then asked “were you taking fertility treatments?” I glanced at my husband and he was laughing and smiling” I quickly said “no”. “well congratulations, you are having twins” So twins, don’t get me wrong I am so excited & happy but the shock is overwhelming and with me being high risk already this makes things that much more terrifying.
With a singleton pregnancy once you reach that 8 week mark your chances of miscarriage is low and then you are pretty much at the lowest mark at 12 weeks. With twins or multiples, you are always at risk of losing them. Mind you there is no guarantee things happen. We have a list of appointments with doctors now that I am there new favorite play thing. Poking and prodding is so much nicer with a handshake and smile.
So life is going to change in a big way. I can’t wait!