INSERT IMMEDIATE FREAK-OUT.
Well, well now. Yesterday was a day. A day to go down in the books. Yep, one of those days.
Let me paint the picture for you.
D and I are still working on feeling better- dang virus- and I believe I am on the winning edge of the fight now-seems he may have a few more days though. So after two hours of meltdowns- tantrums-tears-I won’t burden you with the details but at one point I wanted to go sit in the bathroom and cry. Be by myself. Just needed a moment without a teething, sick madman that is the current state and condition of my son. The 15 Month Old walking Terror. D the Terrible.
I had to make a choice. Was this day going to be good or bad? Yes, it was my choice- not my son’s. He had reasons as to why he felt the way he did. One’s he namely can’t control. So there with him wrapped around my legs pulling my shirt down sobbing on me I decided it was going to be a good day. We hopped in the car- over an hour early- and decided to take a scenic route to the doctor. I got us an ice-cream cone that we shared. Which immediately made Mr. Crankypants giggle his little heart out. We had the windows down and took a leisurely drive to my OB appointment. He did great. Change of scenery was necessary. You see we both have chest congestion which renders us almost incapable of doing any sort of physical activity- so the park has been out of the question.
OB Appointment:
Weight: Up 2 lbs- Face & Chest I tell you- that’s where the weight went. Call me Ms. Puffy Face- I dare you.
Blood Pressure: 120/68- good news so far.
All tests came back great!
After hearing the little one(s) kicking at the monitor and the heartbeat (s)- she exclaimed that by the way I’m carrying that she thinks I am having twins. No- there were not two definitive heartbeats. Yes she called me large- the belly actually.
My only response was to look down at the belly and say, ” No there is only one healthy baby in there.” She gave me a laugh and said, “We’ll see at your ultrasound in 3 1/2 weeks.”
Overwhelming sensation of intense overload of information…. that I immediately spit out in the parking lot to my husband. Then Mom & Sister’s.
So yes, she thinks I am having twins, and so do the nurses, and the medical staff. Yes, the belly is quite large. But no, I do not think I am having twins.
Let the guessing games commence!
Am I just large and in charge because this is Baby #2? Or am I really having twins?
