How to freak your husband out in one fail swoop:
Say the word “Twins”
OK – I’ll explain.
Last week I’d made a phone call to the Amity Team at Redcliffe Hospital who delivered Jake in to this world – bungee style. They were great, so we have decided to use the same team of midwives again. After chatting to one of the midwives about my tummy and that it already seems to have Popped, we chatted briefly about dates and the fact that we are a little uncertain if we are 5 weeks or more preggers, she suggested that we do a gestational age scan – fine by us, it’s what we wanted anyway.
So I go to the hospital to pick up the form on Saturday, Kev waits downstairs in the car with Jake who is in la la land. Whilst I am there I chat to Barb one of the midwives who I met last time. I asked casually why she thought it was that I have popped so early this time – because surely at 5 weeks Alice can only be about 5mm long max, so there should be no reason for any sort of “tummy” to appear. Barb gave me 3 reasons why this could be the case.
- My date are wrong and I’m further gone than we think
- My abs never really went back into shape after Jake – and I carried really big, so it could be just that, plus it’s only been 10 months…
- Or she casually adds – it could be twins….
TWINS!!!!!
Shit!
Was both of our reaction to the potential news! Not so much as oh my god – no it can’t be – more along the lines of – shit imagine…. ahhhh what if it is Twins……
At this stage in time we still think it is just one bub inside, until proven otherwise. Innocent until proven guilty! Although when I had my blood test done – the result was 89 – which is double what it should be to show an early pregnancy. The norm is 40. So just another reason to think mind boggling thoughts about 2 bubs.
However if we do have two bubs, we will certainly have to re think our schedule, house size and everything…. Imagine 3 kids under 2 – We’ll go bonkers. It’ll be a challenge, fun and tiring all at the same time.
This year we will be renovating our home to add an extra 2 rooms onto the property otherwise we will seriously be buried underneath baby stuff.
“How did she die….” “Whilst tripping over that stray bottle cap she had been searching for (why do they make them clear), Angie unfortunately head butted the rocket shaped baby walker and broke her nose in two places on the musical snail shape sorter, she then somehow (don’t ask me) managed to get the stuffed giraffe (bill) wedged into her mouth and then she suffocated due to lack of breath and not being able to breath due to the broken nose” Just imagine……
I have contacted the hospital and have requested a scan this week, if they can fit me in (fingers crossed).
Am feeling slightly greener today and am either getting morning sickness (not reserved just for mornings though) or I have a tummy bug – or both – hurrah!
If we have 3 kids it changes everything…. The car (which we have just purchased) will have to be fitted with 3 baby seats – can an Outlander fit 3 baby seats in the back? Who knows? The buggy will need to have go go gadget seat extensions fitted, We’ll need a front and back baby sling and my boobs will begin to take the shape of a cowboys dried up old leather water canteen. Mmmm saggy…..
We’ll never see the light of day again, it’ll be 5 years before anything resembling a night out without kid’s takes place and I’ll know all the games, craft activities, names of cartoon characters and songs on all the shows off by heart. (OK so that has already happened).
Not that I’m panicking or anything, but I was HUGE with Jake, so I’ll be the size of a mansion (let alone house) with Alice & potential Co.
Its funny, part of me thinks it’d be good to have twins, and so does Kev, and part of it scares the living daylights out of me. I have no history of twins in my family, Kev does – but as far as I know it’s the female side that has to have the connection as I have to produce two eggs. Please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. Only time will tell, so I’ll patiently (Pah) sit by the telephone until the hospital calls with a date for the scan, then be there full of water and orange juice an hour ahead of time so they can scan me and let us know the score.
Sometimes you know – it might just be better if people didn’t tell the truth. One little word has had our minds racing all week.
So I will be in contact in due course with information about whether I am a human maxi taxi or not.
Enjoy your week – nice short one this week – Good on ya Easter – love a long weekend.
