Holy Baby Bumps, Batman!
I guess the slumping economy and record temps have done nothing to dampen the romantic mood in the Seattle suburbs. Of the 17 moms at our preschool class orientation, four are pregnant (and at least two are trying). I know of at least five preggos in my chapter of MOMS Club (out of 39 women). April seems to be the popular due date month. Book your hospital room early, ladies. Last one to schedule her C-section is a rotten egg!
Of course my particular news -- TWINS -- is met with special exclamations.
I can't even count how many times I've been asked, "Do twins run in your family?"
And my canned response, delivered with a smile: "No. We need help to get pregnant. Twins run in our fertility clinic, apparently."
I like to circumvent any tension with a joke. Because I think infertility is FUNNY!
Ha ha ha!
Anyway, in the time I haven't been spending discussing the ridiculous fertility of women living within a 5 mile radius of my house, I've been recovering from our back-to-back Visitor Extravaganza and attempting (mostly unsuccessfully) to run the Fundraising program at our preschool while my co-vice-chair cuddles with her one-day-old newborn son.
And of course, attempting (more successfully, thank goodness) not to barf at any given moment.
Although my to-do list is growing, it seems as if my life has been on hold since that moment I looked at the ultrasound screen and muttered, "It's twins. Oh shit." There is a lot of processing that needs to happen when your life gets flipped upside down like that. A mix of emotions, to be sure -- fear and excitement the most basic and obvious. I imagine this waffling will continue until I bring the babies home, and perhaps for a while after.
I'm sure I'll be posting more about the subject when I'm actually able to form coherent thoughts in my mind. The good news is that although I still lay awake at night and worry, I'm doing about .5% better each day. So from being 100% freaked last Tuesday, I am now only 95.5% freaked out.
In the meantime, I just wanted to thank everyone for their support, the kind comments and emails, and the concern about me and the babies. The spotting comes and goes but overall is extremely light. It's just an annoyance now. My next ultrasound is next Thursday, and I'm doing my best to stay positive. Feeling like complete crap helps a lot with that. I'm surviving, and I hope to shake off the shock and rejoin the world shortly.