The twins were a complete utter shock and surprise. Heck, even the pregnancy itself was a surprise. I had recently went through a divorce so the last thing on my mind was having another baby (or two!). I had started having heartburn for three days and I knew something was up whenever it wasn't going away. I went out to get a pregnancy test at 2 am because I couldn't sleep and had that nagging feeling that keeps you up at all hours of the night. So I got home, tested, and wouldn't you know before I had the time to finish pulling up my pants I saw a dark positive! This should have been my first indicator but I forgot the previous month I had gotten my cycle 5 days late so I was actually only 3.5 weeks pregnant when I tested. When I barely should have seen a positive I had a dark.
Fast forward a week, we had already planned a trip to Universal Studios a month earlier so we decided just to go and I scheduled an appointment a few days after we got home. In Universal I was already really starting to bloat up, have morning sickness, and all the other wonderful pregnancy symptoms I shouldn't have been expecting until 8 weeks+. My SO (significant other) and I kept joking around saying it was twins but things started getting weird whenever we went to day 2 at the park. We were seeing "twin" things everywhere. "Thing 1 & Thing 2" Dr. Seuss shirts as far as the eye can see and many pairs of twins sweetly playing in their wagons their distressed and tired looking parents were dragging behind them. We actually started discussing what would happen if we had twins. We both agreed twins wouldn't be the end of the world but we would really want fraternal because the idea of identical twins would scare the both of us. So it was decided, we wanted fraternal twins... Or so we thought.
Two days after my return from Universal Studios I had my appointment. I told them when my last missed cycle was and it came out that I was 6w5d (or so I thought) pregnant but I also shared that I was really bloating a lot and experiencing intense early pregnancy symptoms already. The doctor wanted to do an ultrasound just to confirm my due date, maybe I had mixed up my days. So we get into ultrasound and as I'm laying there the lady politely turns the screen away and I see her face scrunch up a bit. She starts looking a little confused and I start thinking the worse, maybe I had a miscarriage or a chemical pregnancy. Finally, she turns the screen towards me and I see this little circle with a tiny flicker in it. Yay! I had NOT miscarried.... And then the words that will reverberate down my throat to the pit of my stomach for the rest of my life. She goes on to say, "Well, here is the one...". I look her dead in the face, "What do you mean the one..". She moves the wand slightly over and my heart stopped... "And here is the OTHER one".
Que the panic...
