By now all of the current readers of this blog know that we’re having twins, so I can write about yesterday without anybody getting too huge a surprise.
Our scan was at 8am. Tristan was there, sitting at the head end while the magic wand did its internal scanning thing, and he reckons that he knew what was up straight away: he could see the ultrasound screen. I was lying back and thinking of England, so I got a bit of a shock when the doctor casually remarked, “looks like there’s two in here”. Obviously, I’d been trying to prepare for every outcome from no heartbeat to three heartbeats, but in that instant I learned that there’s no way to be ready for truly life-changing news.
Tristan and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I propped myself up on my elbows and the doctor showed us the two babies, each in their own sac. One thing we didn’t ask – and should have, in retrospect – is whether they’re also in separate placentas: I’ve since learned that a shared placenta means identical twins. I’d assumed that they’d be fraternal twins, from two of the three eggs I had, but there’s no reason why they couldn’t be identical twins from one egg. I’m sure we’ll be able to get a better idea at a later scan.
Anyway, the doctor measured my two little passengers – one baby is 1.00cm long and the other one is 0.94cm long. They had good, strong heartbeats and everything looked as it should, which is excellent news.
Tristan and I spent all of yesterday in total shock. I mean, we’d just started getting used to the prospect of having a baby – now we’ll have two! I described it yesterday as both the most brilliant news ever and the most terrifying news ever, and that’s pretty much how I still feel about it. It’s going to be incredibly challenging, particularly in the early days, but it’s going to be awesome.
Poor Tristan was left a bit sweaty and heart-poundy by the news. I think that seeing the heartbeat would have been a huge reality check for him anyway, and the sight of two heartbeats actually left him feeling a little freaked out! And he had to go straight back to work afterwards and pretend like nothing is happening…
I was driving to the supermarket today and realised that, for a minute or two, I’d totally forgotten that I was pregnant. Then it suddenly hit me: I’M HAVING TWINS!!!
The doctor calculated our due date as 29/01/2013, but that’s a 40 week date and I’ve since learned that 38 weeks is considered full term for twins. So I guess we’ll be seeing the babies in mid-January. I’m glad that I won’t be heavily pregnant all summer – Auckland’s pretty humid and I don’t think it would be fun to be vast throughout that kind of weather. And oh my God, imagine how huge I’ll be by the end!
So we’ve now got a fantastic scan picture stuck to our fridge, and I’m seeing my GP tomorrow and checking out an obstetricians’ clinic next Thursday (Shore Birth, which has been recommended to us by a couple of friends). Now we just need to get through the next five weeks with both of the kids safe and healthy, and then we’ll be able to tell the world!