About three weeks after the miscarriage I started tracking my ovulation again, mainly because I had no idea when to expect my period and I don’t particularly care for throwing away underwear. I tested for about a week with nothing, no ovulation. I figured my body was still getting over the miscarriage and D&C. Then ten days or so in, the little ovulation strips started to pop positive. Good. I would get my period in about two weeks. Crisis averted. But I kept testing and I kept ovulating. Which was weird. Usually it is a couple days. At about day six of ovulating to I started to be like.. um.. what? And my back was hurting. So, mainly to discount it as an option, I took a pregnancy test.
Pregnant. A month after a miscarriage.
But it wasn’t that simple. It was possible that I was testing positive due to the previous pregnancy hormones hanging around in my system, as they sometimes do. So I spent about four days not knowing if I was pregnant. That was super fun. Lesson learned, never take a pregnancy test on a Friday. Do not be as stupid as I was.
Finally, that following Wednesday I got in to see my fabulous OB. Yes, baby. Yes, heartbeat. Oof. Okay. Baby. So soon. Okay we can do this! Right? Right. Okay.
And then nausea hit me like a semi-truck. So this is morning sickness. And by morning sickness I mean all day, nothing but dry cereal, laying on the couch feeling like I am dying, sickness. This was not like last time. But, morning sickness can mean a strong healthy pregnancy so I tried to take it in stride and eat a lot of cereal and take a lot of naps.
My next appointment was at eight weeks. I didn’t need the appointment or the ultrasound per se, but I looked a little wild around the eyes at my first appointment so my OB wanted me back in two weeks to assure me. Have I mentioned I love this man?
I took Rob with me because I was ready for bad news. I didn’t want to have to call him and tell him like I had last time. By the time I got to the appointment I was so nervous I had tunnel vision and was dry heaving. Hello, I am a hot mess. I hopped up onto the ultrasound table and they have this giant probe thing. Trans-vaginal ultrasound for the win! Anyway, heartbeat, baby. Good!
And then what’s this? Something else is on the screen. I know that a cyst is a possibility, which the OB was like hey man whatever about, but he keeps probing around (fun times for all) and he is quiet and I am not breathing.
Heartbeat number two. Heartbeat number two. How sure are you?! Have you ever had a woman have a heart attack on this table?
And then there they both are, Twin A and Twin B. Beating away. Two babies.