We had our second doctors visit today. The nurse was positively giddy as she led us to the ultrasound room. She said she had been talking about us all week. I’m beginning to think these people have something wrong with them.
The doctor came in to do his thing. We were making small talk and brought up that, in our state of shock at the last visit we hadn’t event thought to ask for a due date. Jayna had obviously figured this out on her own, but I’m not as sharp as her. The doctor confirmed that 40 weeks would be Sept 26th. He expects us to deliver sometime around Aug 26th and will be thrilled if we make it to September. Apparently that is the goal.
Baby A and Baby B are right on track. They are measuring 1.81cm and 1.80 cm respectively. You can make out their head and body. They no longer just look like little blobs. The doctor said and I quote; “They’re measuring identical”. That doesn’t necessarily mean they are but the odds just went up. It is my understanding we won’t really know if they are identical until they are born but, when we find out the gender, that will be another indicator. If they are the same gender the case is even stronger that they are identical.
Everything seems to be going well, no apparent complications at the moment. At 18 or 20 weeks we will go see a high risk doctor to make sure there are no issues. We are certainly keeping our fingers crossed for no whammies.
Jayna is surviving. She is absolutely exhausted and nauseous most of the time. We are speculating that this is payback for her first pregnancy. While she was a little sleepy, there was no morning sickness. She often commented that in the early stages of that pregnancy it was easy to forget she was pregnant. She is just holding on for the second trimester with the hopes that the sickness will subside and her energy will return.
I was kind of hoping the whole first doctors visit was a sick joke and there was only one baby. That’s not the case. I have somewhat come to terms with the fact we are having twins, as long as I don’t think about it too much. After the ultrasound, the doctor handed me the pictures. I found myself shaking like I just found out. The nurse was once again laughing at me. It’s a common theme around that office.
Our latest debate is how we’re going to tell them apart if they’re identical. Jayna suggested a sharpie to the bottom of the foot. I’m pretty sure that would result in some type of leaching into the blood stream of some extremely dangerous toxin. Jayna rolls her eyes at me and then suggests a bracelet and possibly different colored clothing. That seems somewhat reasonable; why didn’t I think of that?
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