Just when you thought things were going normal
So, I FINALLY go on Clomid, and I FINALLY get preggers, well finally in the sense that I have been married 10 years, I only needed the one round of Clomid. Of course first time lucky and I was suspicious right away because it was TOO EASY.... nothing ever goes that easy for us. Then I find out that doctors in NSW (at least) don't bother to do any tests till 10 weeks, not even a blood test to confirm that you are preggers... apparently first response is good enough, although I did the test twice because well you know. I had only done the stupid test because I wanted some wine, and the early early ones, cuz you are supposed to be able to take em a week before your missed period and still get a result had been negative, so I decided just to do one to be on the safe side since technically I was a week late and I wanted to drink a couple bottles of wine before I had to go back on provera & clomid.
So 10 weeks, well actually 9weeks and a few days is a REALLY long time when you only know your preggers cuz of a couple lines on a stick. The only symptoms I had were the boobs from HELL, being sore and getting bigger, I swear and I was sleeping like a hibernating bear, I swear, I have never slept so much in my life.
So the night before the ultrasound I am sitting here thinking, "You know what, they are gonna tell me I am having twins... that would be just my luck" Apparently Scott had not had this thought untill we got to the place and there is a chart on the wall about ultrasounds and it shows you they can see twins at the 10 week scan. Then because I just needed to be distracted as I nursed my almost bursting bladder a woman with twins walks in. I think at this point Scott was starting to have the thought that I had the last night "Oh shit, what if its twins"
So the nice ultrasound guy let me go and pee a little, because seriously if he had put any pressure on me I would of pee'ed all over him and it was painful. Lucky for them I seem to be the master of only doing a little bit and then holding on. So at least when I lay down it didn't hurt anymore. So he puts on the gel etc.... sigh, done this so many times, at least this time I should get to see something interesting.
The first thing Scott says is, 'That isnt what I think it is is it" and I am thinking "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" because I swear my uterus is way to freaking small but maybe its supposed to look kinda half-empty, nope its not half empty the other half is occupied. The dude is like "There are two babies in there", I think maybe I said "Holy crap" or something like that at this point, its like the one thing I didn't want, twins, first time... SHIT.
So after that I was allowed to go and pee because he wanted to prod my insides and get a better look that way. Apparetnly I'm very clever and I was thinking "What the hell am I, a dog that learnt a new trick"
Apparently this is normal and its called TWINSHOCK.
It's kinda lessening each day.... but still... TWINS....
at least it gives me something fun to write about in Facebook, instead of just "Sleeping" "Sleeping more" & "I just slept all day and now I'm going back to bed"
oh yeah did I mention
WE ARE HAVING TWINS.
holy shit