Let me reintroduce myself. I’m Tina….it’s been a while. I have good reasons. I truly do. So (to the tune of the Brady Bunch theme song)…here’s the story, of my lovely break…
I remember writing a post a while back about how it had been a while since I had written and how I needed to take time for myself because blogging is something I truly enjoy…and then a week later I discontinued blogging (with the exception of a few “easy” posts simply so my account wouldn’t expire) because…I got knocked up.
I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to use that phrase. I resisted using it when telling my Grandma I was pregnant…and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to use it when telling my students I’m pregnant. So, blog world, you got the ridiculous term for…I’m pregnant!
So there, now you have it…the best reason why I’ve been on a little bloggy break. A few reasons why this pregnancy has halted my blogging time:
1. I have been taking naps most days and going to bed by 9:00 pm. That doesn’t leave time for blogging.
2. I have been a little preoccupied with reading blogs and doing craigslist searches for baby goodies.
3. I would have spilled the beans had I blogged anything of significance in the last 3 months.
What I forgot to mention above (which I think multiplies my mentioned reasons for the break by at least 2) is that I’ve got two babes cookin’ in there. Yup, I’m pregnant with twins. I’m not sure if that doubles your tiredness, but even if not, I’m gonna go with it…cause I’ve been beat.
I will try not to get too graphic here, but I figured this is a way to document this part of my life, so when I’m old and have forgotten, I can hopefully look back and read about it (if I can figure out how to type in a URL on the World Wide Web at that point).
Middle of November rolled around and I hadn’t suspected that I was pregnant, although I knew it was a possibility. I figured if I was pregnant I would be throwing up or lashing out with moodiness, but I wasn’t doing either of those things. However, Greg and I decided that if my monthly visitor didn’t arrive by November 20th that I would take a pregnancy test “just to know” either way. So, November 20th rolled around and I woke up early because I had been thinking about taking a test before going to bed. I went in to use the bathroom, read the directions from the box, and took the test. In the meantime, Greg was still asleep and I tried to occupy those LONG 3 minutes by brushing my teeth. As I was done brushing my teeth I looked at the test and as soon as I saw the little “result window” I started to get all clammy and sweaty, and shaky. It’s hard to explain but I think Jenny McCarthy shared my feelings exactly, “As I peed on the stick I hoped I was pregnant but just ‘knew’ that I wasn’t…I held up the stick and…my mouth dropped to the floor and I rubbed my eyes in total disbelief.” (Yes, I am guilty of reading her book Belly Laughs)
Two lines on my test meant KNOCKED UP. I saw two lines. But I was sure it was wrong. I was happy but so many thoughts ran through my head that the feeling of pure joy (as you always imagine and picture) was not the first thing I was feeling. It would take a long time to explain it (mostly because I don’t totally know that I was feeling in the initial moments) but because I was sure I read it wrong, I ran to wake up Greg. The conversation went a little something like this:
“Babe, wake up…I just took one of those tests…but I’m not sure if I know how to read it…can you come help me figure it out????”
He stumbled out of bed and read through the long page of instructions and got to the part that was titled “Reading Results.” Within a few seconds I heard him calmly say, “Babe, I think this means you’re pregnant….” Like I said, I always pictured jumping up and down, crying, screaming, etc. None of that happened. It wasn’t because we weren’t happy….it was simply because we were just shocked. Just tryin’ to keep it real here.
sorry if this grosses you out...had to include it!
After we let it soak in a bit I tried to figure out how far along we were…started googling things because I was like “Oh crap, I ate lunch meat…I remember hearing that you’re not supposed to…” and of course taking our planned Christmas Card photo…We were trying to soak it in and in the midst of it took some time to thank God for the huge gift that He had blessed us with.
my thoughts: holy crap, I'm pregnant...are these jeans tight already?
Ironically, a few days after I took the initial test, I felt the urge to take another one…just to double check. Kind of funny because in the end I had one prego test for each of the babies 🙂
Fast forward a little bit….about a week after we found out there was a bun in the oven, I had noticed something that seemed a bit unusual (I’ll spare you the details) and of course the mommy alarm started to sound and I was nervous. So I called my clinic and explained the situation and they said they’d see me earlier than the pre-planned 10 week appointment. I was so thankful that they were willing to take me in. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok and I couldn’t stand the idea of waiting another month to find out.
I went in a few days later and expected them to check things out and send me on my way. Greg wasn’t there because I took the first appointment they could get me, which happened to be when he was out of town. My nurse practionier came in, and did an ultrasound to see if she could see the baby and heartbeat. While I was laying there looking at the screen I thought to myself “Hmmm…that’s odd…there are two little areas in the picture…” Like I could see two well defined “areas”….and as soon as that thought left my mind I heard her say “Oh….I think there are two little people in here…”
NO WAY. Really?? TWO? Like Twins? I was thinking that, but it came out as “Oh, wow…yeah…I can see them…” I didn’t freak out at all. I was cool as a cucumber which is crazy cause I’m usually the dramatic, irrational one. She showed me both babies and I saw two fluttering heartbeats. But because she was just the nurse, she wanted to send me to an actual ultrasound tech. to confirm the two babies. We were both pretty confident since we saw both babies at once, but she didn’t want to say with 100% certainty since she is not an actual technician.
I called Greg and he calmly said “Really….that’s crazy….well I always thought it was a possibility…” Cool as a cucumber, as well. So we waited another week and a half or so and then went in for official ultraswound and sure enough two little nuggets floating around in there. We heard their heartbeats, saw them moving, and it was pretty amazing. Again, I imagined myself to cry at those moments, but I think it was so surreal that all I could do was just smile from ear to ear…plus I was afraid of missing any little details. So, I just smiled, squeezing Greg’s hand each time we catch a glimpse of our BABIES! It was pretty fantastic.
And then the waiting game began. Of course I wanted to tell everyone, but we wanted to wait until our 12 week appointment…so it was our little secret (along with our family and close friends).
And that, my friends, is the story of my lovely break!
More to come about this journey so far…and weekly updates on our growing babes!