After the initial shock of finding out, I truly loved being pregnant with twins. The excitement, the wonder, the unknown. I was perfectly content in my dreams of what life would be like, and full of a special, secret, joy. Mentally, it was the most intensely wonderful time of my life. But physically… it was really difficult. Especially the first trimester. I dealt with a combination of extreme fatigue and…
On April 21, I went in for what would be my last doctors appointment. Little did we realize that at the time! I was 0% dilated, hadn’t had any contractions for a week, and both babies performed perfectly on the non-stress test. We were good to go for another week, at least, so the doctor said. So when the contractions started that night, I stoically ignored them. Braxton-hicks, I told…
“I have an important question for you.” My heart froze when the ultrasound technician murmured those words. We’d waited so long for this pregnancy, and like everything in my life, I wanted it to be perfect. My definition of perfect, at least at that time, was one healthy baby. One. An important question? That just didn’t sound good. “How do you feel about multiples?” The technician continued, pausing the ultrasound…
I was put on modified bed rest at 29 weeks for symptoms of preterm labor. I know a lot of twin mamas are put on bedrest a lot earlier than that, so I was incredibly thankful to be able to enjoy a moderately active pregnancy up to that time. All the same, for someone as active as myself, the prospect of sitting on the couch all day was not appealing.…