Tuesday was the big ultrasound day. It was the day we found out how many embryos were cooking away in my uterus, giving me a huge case of the tireds and bathroom situations.
I had an idea. But I also had my worries.
Twins would be nice. I’d hate to have to go through this again. Two seems like a good number for us.
But…twins worry me. I miscarried last time with twins.
But…those were identical twins and they have a low survival rate anyhow.
But…it still takes a high physical toll.
And so on.
It was confirmed around 1 pm after a great deal of waiting at the doctor’s office.
TWINS.Yes, this is what came to mind for both me and Ms. MEPS.
Fraternal.This is what The Mister thought of upon hearing the news.
And I was overjoyed. The Mister had his expected face of mixed joy and worry. But I was right–this exhaustion is not just normal exhaustion. This is twin exhaustion.
This is my face at my desk most days:Okay, I don’t usually smile at work, but you get the picture.
This is my face the past two weeks:There’s seriously no exaggeration here.
I’m elated. Of course there are old worries. Of course there’s doubt. But there’s also the sense that this is right–that the timing is right. There’s a sense of strength that I didn’t have before. A sense of knowledge that I have from being through this another time.
Whatever my face is, it’s ready for this whole big shebang. Tiny house. Three pets. Two kids. Two adults. One love.