First off, I have been feeling fine the rest of the week, so I think Monday really was some sort of brief stomach bug, or the result of eating something bad. I sure hope that it wasn't morning sickness, because I kept feeling like I was going to pass out. But since then, I've been fine, but for a few brief waves of nausea that have quickly passed.
So, the big ultrasound is tomorrow. I am getting excited, despite my best efforts. I am feeling optimistic, although that seems sort of crazy. And while we're on crazy. . .T. really wants multiples. I keep explaining to him how incredibly unhealthy it can be for both mother and children, but this does not dissuade him. He thinks it would be really cool. I think secretly, he wants more than one child, and he is afraid I won't do this more than once. Every morning, he kisses me good morning, and then he kisses my belly three times, saying good morning to each of the babies he is imagining into my tummy. He has really been quite lovely. I thought he could barely cook (and we've been together almost 15 years), but I've been getting delicious gourmet meals every night. (Well, except for tonight, when I bit into raw chicken. . .and I'm still feeling queasy). He is very excited.
When I was about eleven or twelve, my great aunt and uncle had their 50th wedding anniversary. Their family threw them a big party at a turn-of-the-century historic building on the river, and the guest list included all sorts of relatives that I'd never seen before. It was the kind of party that included kids, and there were tons of us running around and generally wreaking havoc. One of my cousins, younger than me by two years, was standing talking to me when a creepy man came up to us and started talking to us. He told us that he was really interested in genealogy, and that by his calculations, either she or I were destined to have twins. Despite the fact that there is no way that genealogy could predict this, and setting aside the fact that he was probably a child molester, this idea has always floated around in the back of my head. My cousin grew up to have three kids, none of whom were twins.
We live in an area populated by deer, but I hadn't seen many over the winter. In the weeks before this cycle started, all of a sudden I started seeing them everywhere. They were always in pairs. Because I'm crazy, I took this as a sign (hello, Tertia! I'm making up my own signs!) that we were going to eventually get pregnant with twins. I kept seeing them again and again, always in pairs, their fur dark as it always is after a long winter. And then, I saw them one last time. Except this time, there were three.
There, now I've said the crazy things. Tomorrow we'll know for sure.
3 comments:
That is wonderful that Manny is so excited! Hubby is also excited about us, too. We are also hoping for multiples, Out ultrasound is Tuesday, though. No idea, until then.
Good luck with the ultrasound tomorrow!
My husband was the same way he talked to and kissed my belly each morning from the very beginning, until the day they were born.
Good luck with the ultrasound tomorrow!
Good luck! My DH swore up and down that he thought two of the three had stuck and he was right. I thought he was crazy, because our betas didn't seem to look like multiples would be there. But here we are almost done the pregnancy with twin boys. I have to tell you it's much harder than a singleton pregnancy. Our daughter is 8 years old and being pregnant with her was a walk in the park compared to this. But it's still pretty cool that we're going to have two, as we will not be doing this again.
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